"Are you engaged?"
"Are you married?"
Li Changzheng looked disgusted and said, "What era do you think we are in? Why are we still going through all this red tape?"
Li Aidang: "That's the rule!"
Li Changzheng curled his lips: "Rules are bullshit."
"If it weren't for this damn rule, we wouldn't have to die so miserably. We could have just killed that bastard..."
“…”
Li Aimin looked at the two men arguing with each other until their faces turned red and their necks became thick, and he quickly ran away from the battlefield.
Song Beibei is working attentively.
Suddenly, a sharp male voice with a pinched voice sounded in my ear: "Xiao Song, the educated youth."
She raised her head subconsciously.
"Huh? Hello, Grandpa Li Er."
Li Aimin is Li Aidang's younger brother, and people in the brigade usually call her Li Laoer.
However, Song Beibei is a junior, so naturally he cannot call her that.
"Haha, it's like this. Yesterday, Master... Xu Zhiqing asked me to make you a cheongsam, but I don't know your size."
"Oh, how do you think I'd measure it?"
Li Aimin shook his head: "No need, I know what I'm doing."
Hearing this, Song Beibei was secretly surprised: So powerful?
You can tell by visual inspection.
She did not doubt the authenticity of the story. This man was a shrewd person who had made his way to the top of the palace. How could he succeed without some real skills?
"Are you in a hurry to get this cheongsam?"
Song Beibei shook her head: "No rush, just watch and do it for me, no need to be too tired."
"Okay then."
He nodded, and seeing Li Changzheng and Li Aidang had quieted down, he said goodbye: "I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving first."
Song Beibei said obediently: "Okay, goodbye, Grandpa Li Er."
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