He was late and his appearance was perfunctory.
"Xiao Da, this is a whole 300 million." Hua Qingmei said affectionately. "I've already spoken to Mother. Let's get remarried today, okay?"
Rong Xiaoda took a look at the card and was about to put it away. "I still have something on today. We'll talk about the remarriage another day."
Hua Qingmei was quick and grabbed the card in his hand.
"When did you become so busy?" The woman's intuition made her vaguely sense something. "It's not the weekend today. It might not even take an hour to remarry. What's the matter?"
Rong Xiaoda clutched the card tightly and didn't let go. "Why are you so talkative? Can't I be busy? Okay, we're an old married couple. Do I still have to lie to you?"
His phone rang.
Rong Xiaoda's expression changed when he heard the ringtone.
He let go and Hua Qingmei immediately snatched the card back.