Yan Ting suddenly pressed her little head into his chest, and then his thin lips landed on hers, punishingly grinding against them. "Since you're worried about my money, I'll forgive you."
Banxia let out a silent sigh of relief. She had only come up with those words in a moment of desperation and hadn't expected him to buy it.
The next destination was the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Under Qi Han's arrangement, getting a marriage certificate for Yan Ting and Banxia felt more like child's play.
Banxia's household registration book had always been with her grandparents, and after they passed away, she ended up with her own single-book registration.
When they arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau entrance, she suddenly remembered that her household registration book was still stuffed in a box at home. Without the registration book, how could they get the certificate?
Yet it seemed like all problems ceased to be problems when it came to Yan Ting.
