Shen Rui took the microphone from Su Weiwang.
[I think Young Master Meng and Sister Bai could have a joint wedding.]
[Your scheming is so blatant I can practically hear the gears turning.]
[Baby Weiwang is so nervous. His trembling voice is practically a wavy line.]
[As a human microscope, I noticed Su Weiwang sneaking a look at President Shen before he spoke.]
[Aaaah, how is this not love?]
[It is. It absolutely is. Even if it isn't, it has to be!]
"I'll prepare a grand wedding for the person I like, but I'll follow my partner's wishes when it comes to the arrangements." As Shen Rui spoke, he glanced tenderly at Little Mushroom, who had withdrawn into himself a little beside him.
[Get together! Get together!]
[I'm already tired of saying "get together."]
[I've dragged the marriage registry office over for you. Go on in. We'll wait outside.]
The director listened thoughtfully, then patted the Assistant Director taking notes beside him. "Got that? Know what to write?"
"Understood." The Assistant Director made an OK gesture and, with a flourish of his pen, wrote "same as above" after Shen Rui's name.
The microphone reached Shen Ting.
Holding the microphone, Shen Ting instinctively tapped it and coughed, as though he were about to give a speech.
"My wedding will be a grand wedding."
"On the morning of a bright, sunny day, birds will perch on the branches and chirp as though singing for me. My beloved and I will walk hand in hand into the halls of matrimony."
"At that moment, I'll be excited and nervous. My feelings will be very complicated! I-"
"Stop! Let's welcome the next person." The director took a deep breath.
[Hahaha, if he keeps going, nobody after him will get a turn.]
[Shen Ting: I haven't