Zhao Meimei laughed so hard she couldn't close her mouth, her eyes filled with the joy of happiness and triumph, grabbing Peng Hui and Qian Simeng, she whispered, "Tomorrow is May 20th, I'm going with my brother to register our marriage."
Peng Hui and Qian Simeng both had shocked expressions, practically incredulous. At that time, cohabitation was already quite a fashionable thing, and now Zhao Meimei hadn't even graduated from university and was planning to get married, so it's no wonder they were a little slow to react.
Qian Simeng gave a thumbs up, "Meimei, you are my idol from now on, really. They say marriage is the second starting line in life, and our race hasn't even started yet, and you've already left us behind."
