"Manman is not such a rebellious person," Ya Ying was still defending Jiang Muwan at this point.
And this defense stemmed from her decades of understanding of Jiang Muwan, she felt that secretly registering for a marriage might happen to Song Sizhi, but it would not happen to Jiang Muwan.
In the eyes of her family, she was composed, self-respecting, and would not do such senseless, crazy things.
Song Rong sighed, leaning forward to take out a piece of paper from her bag and placing it on the coffee table.
Ya Ying leaned over and took the paper to have a look.
When she saw the marriage certificate stamped with the official seal, it was like a bolt from the blue, leaving her completely stunned.
"November twenty-first, 2008——————," Ya Ying murmured as she looked at the date on the marriage certificate.
The hairs on her body stood on end, one by one.
"Dad," Ya Ying trembled as she handed the piece of paper to the old gentleman.
