Hearing Song Qiao's question, Lu Jingchen placed one hand on the car window, and still held his phone in the other. He sat there leisurely, his gaze falling on the girl by the car, voice somewhat low, "It was you who suggested getting married before. Now that I've agreed to marry you and have come to get the household registration book and ID card, are you now intending to back out and play me for a fool??"
The man's voice carried a magnetic quality, very pleasant to hear. Although his words contained some displeasure, Song Qiao felt a dangerous aura approaching her!
Almost subconsciously, she shook her head, her heart silently gnashing its teeth. Seeing that he didn't continue speaking, she looked at him and said, "I'm just afraid you'll regret it..."
To just marry herself off like this, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was getting the short end of the stick, even though her suitor seemed fine, and even his clothes appeared quite expensive!
