Xiao Qimo was, of course, eager to get married—he'd been practically losing his mind over it.
His own documents had long been tucked in his pocket, just waiting for the proposal to succeed so he could drag Lu Mian to register the marriage. Although today was Sunday, it only took one phone call; they could still complete the process.
He had even thought through what to post on his social media and prepared the photos he wanted to use.
Xiao Qimo hooked his grandfather's arm. "Alright. But can you head inside first? Mianmian is still waiting."
Xiao Jianli immediately broke into a smile. "Alright, alright… I'll call the civil affairs bureau now and have them send someone over…"
"No need, I'll take care of it myself." Xiao Qimo would never hand over even a small detail like this to someone else.
Otherwise, what would his role in this proposal and marriage registration ceremony be?
A prop?
