She was Mo Xun's rightful wife, and only she had the right to call him by that title.
It would surely drive Pei Shuya mad!
As expected, Pei Shuya's face turned slightly ashen with anger.
Tang ZhiLuo, feeling quite pleased, deliberately said, "William's stylist told me that the groom's suit arrived today too. Later, we can try both outfits together, and they can even help us take pictures."
Mo Xun saw through her little ploy but wasn't angry. Instead, a faint smile lingered in his eyes. "Alright, then let's head up."
"Mm!" Tang ZhiLuo hooked her arm around Mo Xun's and ascended the glass spiral staircase.
Pei Shuya watched them leave, her gaze growing venomous.
Inside the dressing room, under the crystal chandelier, an off-shoulder wedding gown sparkled brilliantly. The skirt was embedded with countless tiny diamonds, making the hem shimmer like a starlit sky.
Tang ZhiLuo was entranced by the sight.