Chapter 9 Nacht got the certificate and he took the initiative to move towards her. …

Below the name, there were several horizontal lines with heavy strokes, crisscrossed from beginning to end, which looked like a mood of venting.

If she really wanted to let off some steam, then why didn't those dark lines with no discernible pattern touch his name at all? Moreover, she even put a small check mark next to his name.

"Tell me, what do you mean."

Xie Xianshen and Quezhan looked straight into each other's eyes. He was at an advantage in stature and in a superior position. He looked down at her, as if forcing her to tell him the reason.

Quezhan lowered her eyes, rested her palms on the edge of the table to steady herself, and said calmly, "Xie Xianshen, you've crossed the line."

After she said that, she told him to stay where he was and not to move even an centimeter forward.

He ignored her words and took a step forward. The distance now was more than ten centimeters beyond the boundary.

"Why should I listen to you?"

She said so, so should he do as she said?

"Then why should I explain to you?" Quezhan didn't feel the pain in her back at all, and smiled jokingly: "It's just a few lines, what's the big deal? What can these lines added under your name prove?"

"Xie Xianshen, can you please stop being so narcissistic?"

Quezhan regretted in her heart why she drew those lines. It was because she was obsessed with words and couldn't help but draw a few strokes when she saw the words he wrote.

His handwriting was beautiful, vigorous, and of just the right amount of weight. It was much better than hers, and it was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen.

She liked his handwriting, but she would never say that.

And I won't say it to his face!

-The

formal meeting between the parents of both parties was held in an international banquet hall, a landmark building in Beijing, magnificent and imposing, with good privacy, but it was also difficult to book.

However, no matter how difficult a place is to settle, it is all empty talk in the face of power and wealth. One sentence is enough.

When the eldest son marries, not only the parents but also the ancestors will certainly be present at the meeting.

Although he was mentally prepared, he was still nervous about meeting so many people from the Xie family at once.

Her phone vibrated as she received a WeChat message from Xunang: [Have you met the parents of both parties? How was it? Are you nervous? 】

nervous.

Quezhan raised her hand and typed. Although she was nervous, she didn't want to reveal her flaws.

Freiheit: [It's okay. I've just entered the hall.] 】

Just after replying to Xun Ang’s message, a red icon popped up in Meng Xie’s chat box: [After we meet, do you want me to take you out for a drive to ease your mood? 】

Quezhan was a little hesitant. After all, he didn’t know when this meeting would end.

When she was about to reply, a voice beside her interrupted her thoughts. It said two words, indifferent and cold: "Watch the road."

She almost bumped into the large ornamental vase in front of her.

Before she could stand firmly, Xie Xianshen hugged her in time.

Her cell phone screen lit up, and he roughly saw a few words. Until their physical contact was broken again, he spoke again: "Multitasking is not a good thing."

"..."

Isn't it just that you didn't look at the road? You have to say that too.

My parents and grandmother were walking in front of me, and speaking loudly might attract their attention, but I gave up arguing.

Snorted coldly.

She set her phone to silent mode and didn't read messages, which was also a sign of respect for her elders.

After turning two or three roads, there is a private room with a door facing south in front of us.

The waiters standing on both sides of the door saw someone coming and pulled open the main door together. In an instant, the entire furnishings in the compartment came into view.

The box is tall, wide and bright, with clean windows and desks. The symmetrical celadon waterside pavilions are dignified and elegant, with ink paintings of mountains and rivers hanging on the walls and full of lights. The Chinese aesthetics is ancient and magnificent.

The old man on the northwest side stood up first, and the others followed suit.

When Que Zhan entered the room, the scene in front of her moved past. There were only about seven or eight people from the Xie family present, but they were unfamiliar faces and she didn't recognize any of them.

I also learned about it through introductions from the elders.

The old gentleman is the grandfather of the Xie family. The lady sitting beside him with her hair tied in a bun and looking calm and elegant is the grandmother of the Xie family. Then there are the Xie father and Xie mother. Among the young people, there is a boy and two girls, namely the second son of the Xie family, Xie Che, and the twin sisters of the Xie family, Xie Ling and Xie Ting.

Quezhan thought he was seeing things. How could there be two people who looked exactly the same?

It turns out they are twins.

People would say that they look the same, but one of the twin sisters has a different way of looking at her.

The one on the right had kind eyes and brows, and when his gaze met hers, he generously smiled back at her; while the one on the left had cold eyes and brows, and he didn't even bother to smile. His expression didn't show any impatience, and he didn't even look at her.

"Xie Ling."

The man standing next to her should be Xie Che, the second son of the Xie family. He called her name, as if reminding her to pay attention to the occasion and not to put on a bad face.

Now I can tell them apart clearly. She is Xie Ling, and the one on the right is Xie Ting.

When sitting down, Quezhan originally wanted to sit with her grandmother, but there were rules for the seats of the elders. Grandparents, parents, and younger generations sat in order, so she was arranged to sit next to Xie Xianshen.

“…”

Fortunately, her mother was by her side, so she could talk to Ms. Bai.

Halfway through the meal, when the elders asked what they wanted to drink, she answered accordingly, showing courtesy and respect.

Not many questions were asked about family background, as both parties already knew it. The focus of the topic was more on her and Xie Xianshen's arranged marriage. They would definitely live together after marriage. When Grandpa Xie asked where Xie Xianshen's wedding house was, Quezhan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Xiting Bay has a good geographical location and convenient transportation." Xie's mother Xu Fanyin looked at Quezhan, "It's also close to where Zhanzhan works."

The Xie family's property in Xiting Bay was renovated last year. It was originally intended to be used as a wedding house, and the subsequent discussion revolved around the wedding house, saying that the villa would be transferred to the woman's personal property after they got married.

Later, the Xie family married the Que family again. As for the betrothal gifts, in addition to the house, there were countless rare antique jades and porcelains, and the betrothal money reached tens of billions, which really showed the utmost sincerity.

Ye Zhanlin nodded slowly.

She agreed to the marriage and secretly praised her granddaughter for her good taste in people.

Quezhan was just listening at her seat. When the elders talked about the wedding plans, she couldn't help but whisper in her heart: Why did the topic return to the wedding...

Her cell phone was in her bag, and Quezhan took it out to check the time. Her little action was caught by Xie Xianshen in time.

He said, "Want to leave?"

"What's the use of thinking about it?" She turned off the lock screen. It was just a thought, but she really couldn't leave.

"Since you have so much time, you still have to complete a task after the end."

"?"

At this time, the elders' topic moved on to the wedding house in Xiting Bay. Grandmother Xie asked her if she had time after dinner. Quezhan was a little confused for a moment, but still nodded, "I have time."

"That's perfect. Zhanzhan, after dinner you and Xianshen should go to Xiting Bay to take a look. If you are not satisfied with the house, you can change it."

The old man was so kind and gentle, how could she refuse?

"Okay."

Quezhan pursed his lips and smiled, agreed to it first, and then just went through the motions when the time comes.

"Sister Zhanzhan, why is your face a little red?" Xie Ting leaned forward and noticed that Quezhan's cheeks were flushed, and asked suspiciously: "Is the indoor temperature too high?" "

Brother, you have good eyesight."

After Xie Ting said that, Quezhan realized it belatedly, raised her hand and touched her face to feel the temperature, "It's okay, maybe a little hot."

Without thinking about it, she picked up the glass beside her and drank some orange juice.

Physical cooling.

"Xie Ting, what are you worrying about?"

The speaker was Xie Ling, who said this neither lightly nor heavily but with a hint of sarcasm.

Quezhan raised the end of his eyebrows, finding it interesting. The little girl had been expressionless from the beginning, and it seemed that she had some opinion about her.

At the end of the meal, Xie Ling expressed his opinion of her.

After seeing off the elders at the main entrance of the restaurant, only Que Zhan, Xie Xianshen and Xie Ling were left.

Xie Che left first as he had something to do, and Xie Ting made an appointment to have afternoon tea with his sisters, so he also left first. Xie Ling seemed to intend to stay.

"It looks like you have something to say to me."

The little girl's thoughts were easy to guess, but she took the initiative.

"Brother, I advise you to be more selective about your marriage partner. The Xie family can find any kind of woman." Xie Ling ignored what Que Zhan said to her, and said something with a double meaning: "Do you really want to choose this woman who is known as the 'third party'?"

Another third party.

Xie Ling wanted to continue speaking, but Zhan refused to give in. If Winni hadn't recorded it, now he finally had the chance.

It was just that she took out her cell phone in the previous second, and it was taken away by Xie Xianshen in the next second.

"Xie Xianshen..."

"Xie Ling." He started talking at the same time as her, his voice deeper, "When did the Xie family teach you that you can say anything without evidence?"

"Evidence?" Xie Ling's lips twitched slightly, "Brother, you don't know what she did with others behind your back. The evidence is that my friend saw with his own eyes that she and Winni's boyfriend were being affectionate and hugging each other by the lake. You want evidence, is this photo considered evidence?"

It was that night at the lakeside square when her eyes suddenly hurt and she couldn't open them, and Meng Xie helped her see what had gotten into her eyes.

It was photographed by someone with a caring eye.

The reason why Xie Ling was prejudiced against Quezhan was also because of this incident.

She and Winni are friends, and the photo was taken by a mutual friend who happened to pass by. When asked about the photo, Winni told her everything without missing a word.

"Then go ask that so-called friend of yours what's going on."

Xie Xianshen deleted the photo that Xie Ling showed him without hesitation, along with the backup. "I don't care who you make friends with, but one thing, don't be so stupid as to let your sincerity be taken advantage of."

"Are you speaking for her?"

"The Xie family never taught you these things."

"Miss Xie." Quezhan took the phone that Xie Xianshen returned to her. She didn't say a word in this rebuttal, but she felt a lot better. "Winni should know the facts better than you. I don't care who you believe. At least, you have the right to choose to know the truth."

After she finished speaking, she was about to leave, but the dull pain and itch on her wrist tripped her consciousness.

My head was becoming more and more dizzy, and my vision was gradually doubled and subverted.

"Thank you..."

"Quezhan."

Xie Xianshen held her in his arms to catch her who was about to fall. He called her name again, but now she was in a faint and could not hear anything. She clutched his suit jacket tightly as if looking for support.

"Are you pretending to faint?" Xie Ling was not convinced, "You didn't look like that just now."

There were many red spots on the exposed wrist of Quezhan's left hand. Xie Xianshen guessed that it might be an allergy, so he put his arm through her knees and hugged her in his arms.

The first impression was that she was very light.

He glanced down again and saw her dropped handbag lying on the ground, "Pick it up."

Xie Ling was still unwilling to give in to Que Zhan, and frowned, "I won't touch her things."

"I won't say it a second time."

With his blood suppressed, Xie Ling still picked up the bag.

She looked straight into Xie Xianshen's eyes. There was dissatisfaction and rebelliousness in her eyes. "Brother, you will regret this."

...

Quezhan woke up again in the hospital. He opened his eyes and closed them. There was a blank in front of him. There was a faint pungent smell of disinfectant wafting from his nostrils.

"Hiss."

It seemed like something hit my side, it was cold and painful, and when I stood up, I accidentally touched the armrest of the seat.

"Xie Xianshen, why are you here?"

Her memory stayed at the scene of the three of them in front of the restaurant door, and in the blink of an eye they were in the hospital. It was illogical, and the key point was that she was still hooked up to an IV drip.

"I would like to leave. Do you give me a chance?" Xie Xianshen gestured for her to look to the other side.

Her hand was still holding onto his suit jacket. To be more precise, she was still holding onto it all the way, and she didn't let go even when she felt dizzy.

This is her habit, she will also grab or hug it when she sleeps.

Que Zhan let go of her hand, and the piece of fabric she was holding tightly was deeply wrinkled and crumpled, like a little crying face.

"Food allergy."

Xie Xianshen handed her a test result report, "You are quite careless. You know you are allergic to oranges but you still drink orange juice."

"..." She thought it was water and tasted bitter after drinking it.

"You don't have to lecture me."

"Don't you know how to repay a favor?"

Quezhan's heart tightened, you're done for...

and he took the words back, considering that there were other people in the infusion room, and opposite them there was a little girl staring at her with her watery eyes.

The little girl was mesmerized, her head tilted, her smile as sweet as the sun, "Beautiful sister, you're awake."

The pigtails on both sides hung on her small shoulders, making her look childish and lively.

"Sister, are you afraid of pain when getting an injection?" the little girl asked innocently and very well behaved, quietly waiting for Que Lan's answer.

This question...

After thinking for two seconds, Que Zhan chose to disguise herself with a lie: "I'm not afraid."

"Then why did your sister close her eyes and hold on to your brother when the nurse gave her an injection?"

"..."

She was speechless. If she said she was afraid, she wouldn't have to explain so much, but he was still here, and she didn't want to expose her own weaknesses.

Quezhan didn't know how to explain. Xie Xianshen said nothing and didn't even think of explaining for her. Instead, he just watched the show from a bystander's perspective and knew nothing about it.

"Beautiful sister."

The child spoke incoherently without any logic. This time he stopped dwelling on the question and started praising others, "Your husband is so handsome. Niuniu also wants to find a husband as handsome as your brother in the future!"

But looking at Xie Xianshen, he was quite handsome.

No, that's not right, he is not her husband!

Maybe the child’s mother came back with the medicine and just happened to hear the words, “Children don’t know anything. Come, mom bought you the candy you like…”

“Xie Xianshen.”

He was waiting for her words.

"Is your assistant here?" she said.

"Do you have something to talk to him about?"

The drug stimulated her taste buds to a bitter taste. Seeing the little girl eating the candy with relish, she also wanted to eat something sweet.

Let Xie Xianshen buy it? impossible.

So she thought of his assistant, Zuo Qian.

"It's okay." Confusing, he avoided the topic.

Her mind was wandering, and she was thinking about what Xie Xianshen said to Xie Ling in the restaurant, and the photo he deleted.

Perhaps he knew from the beginning the reason why Winni had confronted her in the hospital.

-After

viewing the house, they went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate. It was their turn to make an appointment, and the staff gave each of them an information form.

"Do I have to write it?" On the one hand, she had some concerns, and on the other hand, she felt it was too troublesome.

The staff member laughed and said, "Look at what you said, this is the rule, girl."

She had never been married and didn't know the specific procedure for getting a marriage certificate.

I thought I just had to pay the money and get a notebook, but now I have to fill out this form and that form.

When it came to exchanging signatures on the forms, Xie Xianshen handed his to her, but paused, holding down his own form in his hand.

"Why are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous." Quezhan was calm and composed, and was not very willing to exchange forms with him.

The forms of both parties were exchanged. She was about to sign her name when she heard the man beside her chuckle, "If you have time, you can practice your handwriting."

Her heart felt like it was cut by a knife, but she said coldly, "Xie Xianshen, what do you mean?"

"Literally."

Literally, your handwriting is crooked and ugly.

Quezhan has a clear understanding of her own handwriting. The strokes are not connected smoothly, and the horizontal and vertical lines are not aligned. It looks like an active kitten jumping into a hole in the snow. To be honest, she herself dislikes her handwriting.

But why did he laugh at her?

"I'm happy to."

Without any extra thought, he raised his leg and stepped on Xie Xianshen, even intentionally increasing the force.

He laughed angrily, thinking that he didn't argue with her too much in public.

"The two newlyweds, please move closer."

After filling out the form and coming to take the photo with a red background, the staff member in charge of taking the photo diligently reminded them, "Keep a little closer."

Quezhan remembered Xie Xianshen's ridicule of her ugly handwriting just now, and sat aside motionless.

He didn't move either. Okay, neither of them moved.

This made the staff member feel troubled. He scratched his head. Among all the wedding photos taken at the Civil Affairs Bureau, he had never seen people so far apart as they were, as if there was a Milky Way between them.

It's a wedding photo, not a divorce photo.

"Just shoot it like this, and then photoshop it after you're

done..." Before she finished her words, she saw the shadow reflected on her legs move a few centimeters towards her. It was Xie Xianshen who stood up and leaned over.

"Take the photo," he said.

"The effect is much better." The staff member checked the angle in front of the camera, and when he was about to take a photo, he said to Quezhan: "Female, please cooperate and lean slightly towards the male."

"..."

Quezhan leaned forward reluctantly and directed his eyes forward.

"Yes, smile. Very good."

"Click."

After taking the red-background photo printed on the marriage certificate, the staff member mentioned that if both parties were interested, they could take some fun photos together. They didn't have to be as stiff as the photo just now. They could strike any pose they wanted. It was free and they could take it back as a souvenir.

Next to them there was a young couple taking photos. The woman was standing next to the man, pulling his ears, with a bright smile on her face.

"No need."

Quezhan refused, and Xie Xianshen said the same thing as her.

Watching the two leave the Civil Affairs Bureau, the staff member murmured in his heart: Are they really a newlywed couple...

"Although we have obtained the certificate, don't forget the agreement we agreed upon."

In Quezhan's view, this marriage certificate is no different from a loose-leaf notebook. She has no place to put it, so she can only keep it in her bag temporarily. "Don't interfere with each other's lives."

"Apart from this, act more convincingly in the future and don't get exposed."

It seems that none of her conversations with Xie Xianshen were calm and peaceful. If they were children, the two of them would probably quarrel every day.

-

"Baby, here."

In the evening, Xunang drove to the main gate of Rokori to pick up Quechan after work.

The woman was wearing a pure black low-cut outfit with rose-red tights. She was leaning against the car door and was very eye-catching, causing the employees coming out of the company to look back frequently.

"Such a pretty girl." Que Shan was also surprised and exclaimed in Cantonese.

(Such a beautiful lady.)

"Didn't we agree to go to the bar to have fun? I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Xun Ang complained, "I must reward myself after working for so long."

The two opened the driver and passenger doors and got in. Xun Ang started the car and then asked, "Are you having success in finding a spokesperson?"

"Let's not talk about work. I just want to have fun now."

Quezhan didn't actually say that the job of finding a spokesperson was not going well, so he didn't complain as it would affect his mood.

The car drove into the main road, and the speeding rear wing blended with the light source of the street lights, forming an extreme line.

Que Lan changed the music in the car. She liked the drum beat and the melody. The increase in volume almost made her miss what Xun Ang said to her.

"How is it? How does it feel to be married?"

She didn't hear clearly the first time, so Xun Ang asked again. She smiled and said, "What feeling can it be? It's the same as usual."

Whether she has this marriage certificate or not, she is as free as ever.

"Why don't we go back to my house first so I can change my clothes." Quezhan said, "I can't go to the bar in my work clothes."

"I've prepared everything for you."

Quezhan was wearing a thin string suspenders and light gray overalls. He only needed to change his jacket.

She simply put on two necklaces and rings, took off her coat and was about to change, when Xun Ang noticed the two black-edged lace leading out from her slender waist and abdomen. The thin curved lines wrapped around her bones like the tongue of a viper, fitting tightly to the left and right sides of her waist, which complemented her figure very well.

She teased, "The underwear is so sexy."

Not only is it sexy, it's also a pure and sexy style.

"Newly bought." Quezhan stretched out her hand and hooked Xunang's chin, lowering her eyelashes, "I wore it just for you to see."

The following words became softer and softer, and Xunang was defeated, "Stop hooking me."

"There are all kinds of people in bars, so be careful. Even if someone approaches you, don't leave your real phone number."

Sometimes Quezhan felt that Xunang was not like a sister. Instead, they treated each other like a child.

Arriving at the door of the bar, they paused before entering.

"Is this the place you were talking about?" Xun Ang asked.

"Qing'ai, is this name okay?" Quezhan explained in detail, "It was opened by Meng Xie's younger brother Meng Ye. I just found out about it not long ago."

If Quezhan hadn't said it, Xun Ang wouldn't have known that Meng Xie had a younger brother. Although they had been friends for many years, she didn't know much about the other's family situation.

"I see."

Meng Xie explained to Quezhan, and Quezhan gave Xun Ang a general explanation. Now Xun Ang understood that Meng Xie's brother had been living in the United States.

Suddenly he became interested and nudged the lamp with his shoulder, "Where is the boss? I want to see what he looks like."

The lights in the bar were colorful and the figures were unpredictable, so it was not easy to tell who was who.

She glanced around and then directed her gaze to the center of the stage diagonally in front of her, "The one in the C position, holding the tall microphone."

Meng Ye's outfit was no different from what she saw on the LED screen that day, with a cold hat and a cold face, and a rock-style outfit, but not exaggerated. The color combination of his clothes was trendy and comfortable. Among the team members, she felt that he had the most youthfulness.

Xun Ang stared at him for a while, then tilted his head and teased: "You said you had only met him once, so how come you recognized him at first sight when I asked you to point him out?"

"Don't you think he is very handsome and unique?"

This was the thought in Que Zan's mind when he saw him for the first time, otherwise he would not have noticed him at first sight on the big screen surrounded by a sea of ​​people.

He is completely different from Meng Xie. Meng Xie is calm and rational, while he is cold and arrogant, with wildness lurking in his bones.

The rhythm of the music climbed to its climax, the men and women in front of the stage raised their hands and clinked their glasses, the heat and shouts drowned the entire stage.

Amid the shouting, there were several notifications coming from her mobile phone.

Meng Ye: [I saw you. Meng

Ye: Thank you for your support. Meng

Ye: Do you want to sing? Choose one you like. 】

Freiheit：【Okay.

"Hey, baby, where are you going?" Xun

Ang came back to his senses, but Quezhan's figure was no longer beside him, and only the warmth of her palm remained on his face.

"Go have fun." He threw the coat to Xunang and waved his hand.

Watching her walk through the crowd towards the stage with a gentle smile, I look forward to the exciting scene that is about to follow.

"Are you alone? Without a companion?" a deep male voice suddenly appeared.

Xun Ang turned around and saw the other person clearly.

She had been in all kinds of situations, and she immediately understood that the other party was here to chat her up. The man looked gentle and handsome, which was exactly what she liked.

...

She walked around several paths and came to the side of the platform. The steps were not high, so she raised her legs and wanted to step up.

Meng Ye reached out and pulled her, loosely gripping her wrist.

"What song do you want to sing?" Meng Ye took off the earphone on his ear so that he could hear her clearly. "You order a song and I'll play the accompaniment for you."

Quezhan joked, "You can only order one song?"

He also laughed, "The quantifier can be changed, several songs will do."

Quezhan ordered "Give me your love", a song she has been listening to on repeat recently.

“We get lost，we can get high.”

“You got me gone，I feel alive.”

“Anywhere，anyway I will love you.”

“I will love you.”*

“We rule the world，just you and I.” “Don't let me down，we walk the line.” “When everything's gone wrong.” “I take a shot for you.”* (We get lost in the city, yet we're partying on the streets ) 
(You made me leave here, but you reborn me) 

(I love you wherever and whenever) 

(I love you)* 

(We rule the world, only you and my world) 

(Don't let me down, we are unique) 

(When everything is not as we wish) 

(I can take that bullet for you)* 

The emotions are invested in the drum beats, and the absolute pitch is grasped in Que Lan's hands. Every word and every song is full of vitality. 

The stage lights danced in accordance with her instructions, vertical lines tilted, and beams of light circled around her, casting faint shadows, perfectly outlining her graceful figure and falling on her collarbone and fair skin. 

At the end of the chorus, she tidied her long hair that disturbed her vision, and her eyes were charming. “ 

Give me your love.” * 

Especially when this line was sung, the whole audience instantly boiled over: “Ahhhhhhh, sister is so easy to hook!” 

“Dom attributes are not about gender, but about feeling!!!” 

“How can a person be so beautiful! I’m so dying of desire!!!!” 

“Who can understand me! Who can understand me! That look in her eyes just now was so amazing!” 

“She is beautiful and has a hot body! Look at her waist, so thin!!!” 

The boiling sound continued, endlessly. 

Perhaps infected by the atmosphere, the bassist and drummer in the band opened a few bottles of mineral water and waved their hands, "Stay away, the water is coming!" 

Quezhan also smiled. She was in the center of the stage, and the clean water she sprinkled splashed in a circle. 

In order to avoid getting hurt, he subconsciously took a step back. 

She didn't retreat far, but the water didn't spill on her. 

The reason was that Meng Ye stood in front of her, and when she was about to trip over the wires leading to the musical instrument, he put his arm around her waist. 

He used his arms, not his hands. 

A very thoughtful and gentlemanly move. 

She noticed it too. 

"Your clothes are not wet, are they?" The water was still spilling, and Meng Ye took her back again. 

"No." Quezhan smiled: "It's the scene, it's more exciting than I imagined." 

Meng Ye suddenly felt something pulling at his heart.
Her eyes were light in color, like tea brown, and when she wasn't smiling, they looked a mixture of coldness and wildness. But when she smiled, she looked like a soft kitten, and even more beautiful.

"Sorry, I need to take a call."

Xunang called her, but she was confused as to why he was calling in the bar.

"What's wrong, An'ang?"

"Zhanzhan, I think I saw someone I know."

Xun'ang's voice was a little noisy, but Zhanzhan turned around and found a relatively quiet place and asked, "Who is it?"

"Your husband."