With a loud bang, the clerk said in a reproachful tone, "Sir, this is the marriage registration office. You don't need to put on such a face, do you? If you really don't want to get married, that's fine. Turn left when you exit, and kindly close the door for me."
"I..."
Forget it. Any explanation now would just be an excuse.
Lin Zifeng decided not to speak. Since the situation had come to this, he could only resign himself to his fate.
"What kind of attitude is that? Do you not want to register for marriage with me?"
Nangong Bing muttered softly in his ear.
"..."
Lin Zifeng was speechless. If fate had arranged this ill-fated relationship, then let me accept it with both pain and joy.
Finally, I've registered for marriage. From now on, I'll be a man with a wife.
In the future, I can have several big, healthy kids...
