"Brother Lin, does my outfit look alright?"
"It looks great, really great."
"Is this flower placed right, or should it be higher?"
"No need, it looks good."
"This collar..."
As the best man, Yu Le looked more nervous than Qin Guanglin, the groom himself, fearing he might mess something up.
Qin Guanglin helplessly touched his forehead and pursed his lips towards the other side, "There's the bridesmaid, see how cool she looks? Handsome, right? Want to go over and chat?"
"Ah? No... wouldn't that be inappropriate?" Yu Le stammered nervously, originally thinking that, like when Xiao Yu got married, Qin Guanglin would bravely overcome all obstacles to fetch the bride, but now there was nothing for him to do—certainly not chatting up the bridesmaid.
"Why don't you go have some food, the wedding hasn't started yet, relax," Qin Guanglin patted him on the shoulder. "Go on, don't be nervous. It's my wedding, not yours, why get so worked up?"
