Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, the day to register their marriage had arrived. As soon as Huo Chen got home, Mr. Xu, with a stern face yet reluctantly, took out the household registration book: "Here you go, treat our Yingying right, or else her several brothers won't agree.
Don't assume that just because I'm old, we don't have people in our family!"
Mrs. Xu's eyes were red with tears. Although she liked this son-in-law very much, when it came to actually getting married, she felt somewhat reluctant.
Watching her own tender and soft daughter grow up and suddenly about to marry, her heart couldn't bear to let go.
"Huo Chen, you'd better treat my daughter well," she said. "If you find her disagreeable, just send her back to me, don't mistreat her.
My daughter has always been the treasure of our family. If you ever stop cherishing her, her brothers still will, her parents still do, just send her back to us."
