Peng Jiayuan was momentarily speechless,
clearly not expecting Su Changsheng to say that.
"I won't say much of this and that with you." Peng Jiayuan said indifferently, "Fengfeng is my wife, and that's an undeniable fact."
"Besides, we have the marriage certificate." After saying this, Peng Jiayuan shook as he took out a red booklet from his jacket pocket, the kind of old marriage certificate.
He opened the marriage certificate, and the names Peng Jiayuan and Tian Wanfeng were written clearly on it.
Su Changsheng's eyes narrowed.
The Feng isn't a mistake? It's correctly written.
But what about the tombstone?
He squinted his eyes at Peng Jiayuan.
It's impossible to say there's no conspiracy here.
As soon as Peng Jiayuan produced the marriage certificate, the crowd erupted into discussion, then looked meaningfully at Su Changsheng.
