Unable to be bought off with money, Xiao Lang was at a loss.
He looked at the groomsmen beside him, and only Li Mingchen had an idea for him.
"Brother-in-law, just say you're not satisfied with my sister's height. Anyway, I'm not very satisfied with it. She's too tall, and when she wears high heels, she's almost as tall as me."
"Are you sure if I say that, your sister won't get mad?" Xiao Lang retorted.
Li Mingchen laughed, "She probably won't. Talking about height is better than talking about other body parts, right?"
Xiao Lang said helplessly, "But I really like her height."
Li Mingchen cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and said, "Bro, can't you just pretend not to like it?"
"But I really do like it."
"Forget it, blockhead! Then come up with something yourself!"
"Have you thought it through? Hurry up, or it'll delay the lucky hour!" Xiaohan reminded them.
Xiao Lang looked up, curved his lips into a smile, and said, "I've got it."
"What's the answer?"
