Yuwen Kangli's body suddenly stiffened, and he stood up with a whoosh, kicking over the chair behind him.
He strode to Han Wanwan, grabbed her arm, and started walking out.
The Old Master was completely furious. His grandson, who was doing so well in business, turned into a blockhead when it came to relationships. Even after living together, he hadn't made any moves to win her over. Now he was even learning to show a sour face.
"You brat, where do you think you're taking Wanwan?"
"To get the marriage certificate!"
The Old Master, upon hearing this, finally let his anger dissipate, glanced at the leftovers on the table with no appetite, sighed, and then went upstairs using his cane.
Han Wanwan was forcefully stuffed into the car by Yuwen Kangli. Though she was a bit out of sync, her hearing was fine—get the marriage certificate? Marriage certificate, my foot!
