"Sidney? Are you talking about that mysterious Chinese male singer who dominates all major music charts abroad but has never shown his face, Sidney?"
"That's him! Oh my God, he is so handsome, how can anyone be this handsome! Ahhhh, I'm going crazy, what should I do..."
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At that moment, Song Yansheng's car had already driven far away, and he did not notice the commotion in the crowd behind him.
He calculated the time; after passing one more intersection and turning left, there would be the Civil Affairs Bureau in about ten minutes.
The originally calm and indifferent eyes were filled with depth as he glanced at Shi Nuan, wanting to say something, but in the end, didn't.
Shi Nuan had cried last night; he could tell at the first glance this morning.
He didn't say anything because he knew this girl's stubbornness.
Getting married, tying her name to that of a man she wasn't familiar with.
At twenty-one, taking on the identity of a wife, it was indeed difficult for her.
