"Are you alright?" Mo Xifeng looked at her sister, who seemed to have stepped out of a steamer rather than the police station. Her entire body was red and steaming as if she were about to explode like a little firecracker.
"No," Mo Qiang replied. Her words were literally spat out of her mouth as if she had gritted her teeth so tightly that she couldn't unclench them. The two of them walked past the police station to the mecha craft, where Mo Qiang paused and whipped around to look at Yi Yazhu.
She was breathing like a six-tails bull as she raised the small marriage stamp that was placed in her family genealogy and showed it to Yi Yazhu.
