Quan Jingwu hooked the corner of his mouth, his gaze slipped over the household booklet in his hand, and his deep voice filled with amusement, "Of course, grandpa gave it to me."
"What kind of sweet talk did you feed my grandpa?" Jian Qing found it somewhat unbelievable.
Unable to believe her grandpa would hand over his household book so easily; this wasn't like her grandpa at all.
Quan Jingwu's eyebrows raised, "Your grandpa likes me more."
"..."
Jian Qing gave him a sidelong glance, speechless.
He really has no shame left.
"Don't you think about bailing on me. You said once I got the household book, I could get the marriage certificate." He bent down to grab her hand and pulled her along with him.
Jian Qing chuckled softly, "Did I say I was going to bail?"
No wonder he dragged her out so early in the morning. He's eager to get that red marriage book.
