Jiang Yixin drove the car, listening to Xiao Feng and Du Qingyue's conversation, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror, always feeling like she was dreaming.
These two are really something, talking about marriage as if it's as simple as eating or drinking, so casual?
Xiao Feng pondered for a moment and then said, "Alright, since we're playing, let's go big. Call now, inform everyone who's anyone in Jiangcheng, and say the wedding will be held in half a year, at least let them know this news."
"I don't need you to tell me what to do." Du Qingyue replied coldly, "Once we get to the civil affairs bureau, the news will naturally spread by itself, then the whole Jiangcheng will be in an uproar."
