"What I said is, I got a marriage certificate."
Ning Wan oh-ed, took another sip of her soup, and spoke somewhat nonchalantly, "It's just a marriage certificate, I thought it was something else..." But less than three seconds after she finished speaking, the soup she just sipped was immediately sprayed out. Fortunately, she turned her head before spraying, thus avoiding drenching the entire table with her soup. With a bang, she forcefully placed the soup bowl on the table, and the next second, Ning Wan's voice roared like a lioness, "What did you say? What certificate did you just mention you got? A work permit or a temporary residence permit?"
Oh my god, please tell her, it must be her ears that misheard, why did she hear marriage certificate just now?
Song Qiao looked at the bowl Ning Wan had forcefully put down, subconsciously swallowed, figuring if the quality of that bowl wasn't good, it would have shattered by now.
