"Damn gambler, hand over the household register."
Shen Cheng wanted to see it, and wondered if he would be scared to death when he found someone missing in the household register later.
Shen Zhongming looked at her puzzled, "Hand over what?"
Shen Cheng glared at him displeased, emphasizing again: "The household register!"
Shen Zhongming was even more baffled, "What's that thing?"
Shen Cheng raised an eyebrow, throwing him a dagger look, "Damn! Stop pretending! The household register!"
"Girl, what do you want that for? You're not even married yet, and you want to split from dad?"
Damn, this is some wild imagination.
Shen Cheng had a face full of black lines, not sure whether to praise him or mock him.
Shen Zhongming was still perplexed about why Shen Cheng wanted the household register, when he saw her already standing up, heading straight for his bedroom.
After a flurry of searching, the household register hidden under the bed was turned out.
