"What's the matter with the Prince? Is being a Prince that amazing? I'm the President's dearest grandchild. Why should I get married or not? I'm not even grown up yet, and even if I were, I wouldn't want to go to your desert place."
Little Doudou wore a face full of a princess-like attitude.
Upon hearing this, Shang Xiaoge leaned close to Little Doudou, covering her little mouth, and whispered in her ear with a tender voice.
"They marry two wives there. If you go, you'll have to fight." Shang Xiaoge said with a look of grave seriousness.
On hearing this, Little Doudou's face darkened, and she looked even more displeased as she pulled Xiaoge's hand: "Let's go, I don't want to marry the desert Prince."
Shang Xiaoge turned back and gave Qiuqiu a triumphant smile.
"..." Little rascal, pretending to be honest and trying to steal my bride?
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The usually spacious living room was transformed into a wedding hall today.
