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The weather was getting chillier.
After nightfall, one could feel the coolness of autumn even more.
Under the streetlight, Xu Qing wrapped his clothes tighter around him and glanced at Jiang He's denim jacket beside him, figuring she must not be cold.
"I think it's better to start calling you 'husband' after we get married," Jiang He had been silent since they left the house, and only now turned her head to glimpse the lights behind her in the building, saying.
Xu Qing hadn't expected her to take this matter so seriously, "Call me that when you feel like it."
Following Jiang He's gaze, Xu Qing glanced back and saw the office window light up; he could almost see Xu Wenbin in his black dress shirt, seating himself at the desk.
The old man...
No matter how old-fashioned, he was still the head of the household. In many cases, differences were not the cause; the status as the family elder was.
