Chen Zhinan pulled her hand and left the cocktail party.
The night was pitch black, it was cold outside.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Shi Qingqing shivered all over.
Chen Zhinan embraced her again, and the valet had already brought the car around.
They got into the car.
The warm air conditioning in the car blew gently.
She hung her head; Chen Zhinan was focused on driving and didn't say a word.
What should be done now?
"Should we register tomorrow? Bring your ID and household register."
It was only when they were nearly home that Chen Zhinan suddenly spoke.
"No need, it was all a joke just now, don't need to do that. I already had face, didn't lose it!"
"Didn't you hear them say, if we don't get married, in their eyes, we were just acting just now; what will you do in the future?"
"That also doesn't mean sacrificing your future. If you really love me, I wouldn't refuse..."
No one can refuse a proposal from someone they love.
