Her eyes couldn't help but redden.
"Many brides would be moved to tears if they got married here," the middle-aged woman said with a smile as if to ease the atmosphere.
Di An pursed his lips.
She was probably not feeling touched.
He said to the chauffeur, "Can you guide me on where to fill in?"
"Yes, Second Young Master," the chauffeur said respectfully as he pointed to the place that he should fill in.
The process was a little slow.
Di An struggled to write.
Gu Xin signed her name and then slammed her pen on the table before leaving.
The middle-aged woman was stunned.
She was speechless for a while.
Di An was silent for a while and then smiled.
He really hoped that Gu Xin would continue being such a child. At least, she wouldn't say something so cold and distant to him.
He wrote a little slowly.
After a while, he handed the application to the middle-aged woman.
