Zhao Gushen raised his eyebrows and suddenly cleared his throat, taking a little red book out of his suit pocket.
"Sorry, I've got the certificate, no bluffing, it's all facts." Zhao Gushen lifted his chin; that's just how confident he was.
"What's this thing?" Wei Zhiqian hurriedly snatched the marriage certificate away.
Zhao Gushen clicked his tongue, "Why are you snatching? Even if you take it, you can't get married."
Han Zhuofeng leaned over and said, "Brother Qianzi just wants to see what a marriage certificate looks like, since up till now, he hasn't seen one."
"Who says I haven't seen one? You lot of brothers, showing it off for several rounds, how could I not have seen it!"
These people are heartless; as soon as they get the certificate, they have to show it off.
He got to the point where, when he closed his eyes, all he saw was the image of the marriage certificate.
