"Me, live with you?"
In the office, Flossie Wright listened clearly to Glenn Hutchinson's words, and her mouth twitched hard.
"Yeah." Glenn Hutchinson responded as if it were a matter of course.
Raising an eyebrow, Flossie Wright promptly pulled out the chair in front of her desk and sat down directly, solemnly saying to Glenn Hutchinson, "Our party's military discipline is strict."
Glenn Hutchinson looked at Flossie Wright strangely for a few moments, then couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Those words really don't suit you."
"..."
Flossie Wright didn't reply.
Glenn Hutchinson's lips curled into a smile as he walked over to her, taking out the marriage registration form and placing it on the table in front of Flossie Wright, "Approval has already been granted."
Flossie Wright glanced over and immediately saw the official seal on it, her eyebrows furrowing tightly.
Realizing something, Flossie Wright asked, "You've been busy with this all afternoon?"
"Pretty much."
