Gu Xiaoer shyly glanced at Han Luoli, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Dad, actually, Han Luoli and I don't really care about those ceremonies and rituals, otherwise we could keep everything simple."
Actually, she didn't want the elderly to be troubled. Her grandparents and her maternal grandparents are already so old, yet they still worry about her and Han Luoli's affairs; she felt quite sorry about that. Besides, their son is already so grown, rituals like this are optional.
Han Luoli disagreed with this notion, "Xiao Er, there's nothing simple between us. What you have must be the best; what I can give you must be what you most desire."
He spoke seriously.
