After ending the call with Yi Qian, Lin Gantang called Wen Yanqing.
She could almost imagine Yi Qian's anxious look. She wanted to laugh, but this had happened because of her. She held back her laughter and waited until Wen Yanqing picked up the phone. She said, "Where is your household register? I'll bring it to you. You don't have to waste time running back."
"It's in the drawer in the room, the second one," Wen Yanqing said.
"It's so casually placed?" Lin Gantang got up and walked to the drawer he mentioned. "Can I at least put it in the safe?" Her dad, for example, kept his books tightly locked, afraid that he would lose them.
"I'll put it in the safe after we get our marriage certificate. I'll set a password for it - the kind that I won't give you even if you regret and want to take it away." Lin Gantang heard him chuckling softly.
