A wedding favor?
Lin Zhiyi stared blankly at the box in front of her.
It was shaped like a music box, each part exuding the beauty of craftsmanship.
Just the case alone was so exquisite, let alone the contents inside.
In a daze, Song Wanqiu, wearing a loose cashmere maxi dress, was radiating a soft glow all over.
She caressed her non-existent tummy, smiling, "Zhiyi, didn't you see the news today? Third Young Master and I are preparing to get married. Mainly because Third Young Master knows I love beauty and worried that it'd be hard to wear a wedding dress with a big stomach."
With that, she pointed at the favors on everyone's desk.
"Just announced the wedding and brands are sending favors for me to choose from, my eyes are dazzled by the choices, so I brought them for everyone to help me choose."
"Zhiyi, this one for you is the most expensive, personally selected by Third Young Master."
Song Wanqiu laughed as she shoved the favor into Lin Zhiyi's hands.