"Everything is ready. Brother Xinian will wear his uniform then."
As for her, she would wear a dress, a red one. She and Wang Yi went out to find someone to have it custom made. The style was something she liked, inspired by the bridal dresses she had seen in her past life. She sketched it out and found an excellent tailor to make it for her. It would be ready for pickup in a few days.
"That's good, that's good," Old Meng said. "As for the tables and chairs for that day, I've already arranged for someone to lend them to us. We'll use a tricycle to transport them over."
"Thank you, Grandpa."
"No need to thank me. By the way, Little, do you think I should call your dad to discuss the dowry?"
"Dowry?"
"Yes, our family has to give you a dowry. I won't discuss this with you; I have to talk to your dad."
Jiang Xiao shook her head, "No need, Grandpa. Brother Xinian has already given it, there's no need to give more."
"Xinian gave it? When?"
