Quan Jingwu watched as his wife was taken away again, a hint of helplessness appeared in his deep purple eyes.
He walked over and sat down next to Quan Mingxuan. Mingxuan glanced inadvertently at his coat pocket, catching a glimpse of the red corner peeking out, causing suspicion to flutter in his eyes.
"Jingwu, what's in your pocket?"
With a slight raise of his cold eyebrows, Quan Jingwu pulled out the little red booklet and placed it on the table.
As everyone realized what he had taken out, they fell silent for a few seconds before bursting into excited laughter.
Rhee reached over and picked up the two little red books, flipping through them fondly.
Her bright eyes turned towards Jian Qing, the intense heat of her gaze nearly unsettling Jian Qing, "Little Qingqing, when did you get your marriage license?"
Hahaha! That's her boy; his speed and efficiency were impressive.
"Just now," Jian Qing replied.
