Tong Airui accompanied Bert to the VIP fitting room, where several shop assistants pushed a rack full of clothes in front of Bert.
"Prince Bert, your custom-made suits are all here. Please try them on, and if any don't fit, we can make alterations."
"Alright, you can leave now." Bert grabbed Dean's hand. "Help me pick which one to wear for our wedding."
Dean chuckled. "You're sitting right next to a fashion guru. Why not ask him?"
"Look at him, acting like he doesn't have a heart or a soul. Do you really think he'd bother helping me pick a suit?"
Tong Airui was just about to redial on his phone when he heard Bert mocking him. He lifted his gaze to glance at Bert. "You're picking an outfit to impress your wife. It wouldn't be my place to have an opinion."
"You're calling Yi Luowa?" Bert shot him a look. "If you're gonna call, just do it already. Stop dawdling. After you're done, help me pick out a suit."
"She's not answering." Tong Airui shook his head helplessly.
