Hearing Song Qiao's question, Lu Jingchen rested one hand on the car window while still holding his phone in the other. He sat there leisurely, his gaze falling on the girl beside the car, his voice somewhat deep, "It was you who proposed marriage before, and now that I've agreed to marry you and come here to get our household registration book and ID cards, are you going to renege on it? Are you playing me for a fool??"
The man's voice was magnetically appealing, very pleasant to the ear. Although his words carried a hint of displeasure, Song Qiao felt a dangerous aura assailing her!
Almost subconsciously, she shook her head and inwardly clenched her teeth. Seeing that he didn't continue speaking, she looked at him and said, "I'm just afraid you might regret it..."
It somehow felt like she would be shortchanged by marrying herself off like this, even though he looked decent and the clothes he wore seemed quite pricey!
