When the fat tailor heard this, he quickly pulled the ruler from his collar, opened his chubby arms, and walked towards Jiang Nanyan, who was surrounded by Huangfu.
Just a second before the fat tailor's fat hand was about to touch Jiang Nanyan, Huangfulian hugged Jiang Nanyan and quickly took a few steps back.
The speed was so fast that no one present could see clearly how he retreated in such a short period of time.
"What are you doing?" Huangfulian glared at the fat tailor with a sullen face, not happy with his careless reaching out to touch Jiang Nanyan.
"King, I want to measure the clothes for the future queen." The fat tailor looked at Huangfulian for a while with his mouth half open, then he came back to his senses and replied slowly.[
"Bring it here!" Huangfulian frowned and stretched out her hand towards the fat tailor.
"Ah? What?"
"Soft ruler." Huangfulian simply said with astonishment, her sharp eyes scanning the soft ruler in the fat tailor's hand.
"Yes." The ruler can be regarded as a tailor's tool for eating. The fat tailor didn't want to hand over the things at first, but Huangfulian's eyes were so sharp that people couldn't refuse, so they obeyed him obediently.
The fat tailor handed over the tape measure.
Huangfulian took it, looked at it twice, and asked, "Where should I measure it?"
The fat tailor didn't dare to be negligent, so he quickly reported to Huangfulian the areas that needed to be measured.