"I'm saying, I got married."
Ning Wan oh-ed, sipped her soup nonchalantly and said, "It's just a marriage certificate, I thought it was something else..." But no more than three seconds after she finished speaking, the soup she just sipped was immediately sprayed out. Fortunately, she managed to turn her head before the spray, avoiding the fate of drenching the whole table with her soup. With a bang, she forcefully placed the soup bowl down on the table, and the next second Ning Wan's voice boomed like the roar of a lioness, "What did you say? What certificate did you just mention? A work permit or a temporary residence permit?"
Oh my god, please tell her she heard wrong. Why did she hear 'marriage certificate' just now?
Song Qiao looked at the bowl Ning Wan forcefully put down, swallowed instinctively, guessing that if the bowl hadn't been of good quality, it would have already broken.
