When An Xiaomian came out of the fitting room, it had already been half an hour.
Of course, she silently listened to Ouyang Zhi speaking his heart out outside for nearly half an hour.
She never responded to him, not even once.
Although his words seemed reasonable.
But because he always loved to threaten and coerce her, she never had a good impression of him.
Therefore, she really didn't know what to say to him.
Hearing the sound of the fitting room door opening, Ouyang Zhi looked excitedly towards the fitting room, and then he saw An Xiaomian, who had changed her clothes and was wearing the wedding dress.
The wedding dress was specially ordered by Ouyang Zhi, because he roughly knew her size. Seeing it fit her at this moment, he was relieved.
"Xiao Mian, you look beautiful." Ouyang Zhi carefully, as if afraid to spoil her, looked at her affectionately and praised her.
An Xiaomian still didn't speak.
