Mengmeng: "What are you joking about?"
Tong Mo: "No, I'm serious!"
Mengmeng: "Are you sleepwalking or something?"
Tong Mo: "It's really true!"
Mengmeng: "Go wash up and get some sleep."
Tong Mo: "Just wait till I slap that marriage certificate on your pretty face! Furious!"
Mengmeng: "..."
"What's wrong?" Gu Zhihan, after his shower, saw the girl rolling her eyes and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Tong Mo said she's getting married, but she's not even old enough, so I think she's talking nonsense," Mengmeng shrugged and then picked up the TV remote to turn on the television.
"Is that so?" Hearing this, Gu Zhihan also couldn't help but feel surprised for a moment, but he quickly reverted to his usual indifference.
What does it matter to him whether other people get married or not.
Standing tall and handsome, he dried his hair while walking over to the girl and wrapped his arms around her waist.
