"Come with me!"
Qiao Yi stepped forward and bent down to grab her hand placed on the keyboard.
Xi Meng's wrist was icy cold, and she looked at him in a daze: "What for?"
"To get married!"
Qiao Yi was very serious, his expression extremely solemn.
Xi Meng dared not move, only looking up at him blankly, wanting to say something but opening her mouth without saying a single word, just struggling to look at him.
"Hurry up! The civil affairs bureau closes at noon twelve o'clock."
Xi Meng still couldn't believe it, opened her mouth several times, and slowly got up from the chair when she asked him: "How, how do you know the civil affairs bureau closes at twelve?"
How could he tell Xi Meng that he secretly went to the entrance of the civil affairs bureau several times, watching those men and women coming and going many times, examining their expressions, whether going to marry or divorce, trying to find answers among them.
