The man chuckled softly and nodded at the staff.
The staff couldn't help but ask, "Dr. Jiang, this requires mutual consent, you know." Moreover, the little girl in his arms was evidently quite drunk, not remembering whose arms she was in.
The man patted the girl in his arms, and the girl resolutely told the staff that she was a hundred times willing, a thousand times willing. Fearing that the man might back out, she even took out her phone to record it.
But why did he refer to himself as a man instead of Yan Jinxuan? The girl's mind was in a fog; with a wave of her little hand, she brushed it off, considering it unimportant. What mattered was that they got the certificate.
The man looked at the woman's name on the red booklet: Han Wanwan, and chuckled softly. Suddenly, he felt something soft and small leaning against his chest, emitting even breaths.
The next day.
