After A-Jiao and Cui Jing were done with lunch, they spent the rest of the afternoon crazily shopping at various department stores, clothing stores, supermarkets, and street stalls. At around four or five o’clock in the afternoon, both of them were finally exhausted from all the shopping. They found a nearby KFC restaurant, went inside, and each ordered a glass of juice, before sitting down at a table near the window.

“Ziyuan, when are you going to get married?” Cui Jing asked A-Jiao as though it was a casual question. She then glanced at the scenery outside and lowered her head to take a sip of her juice. 

A-Jiao sat across from Cui Jing, blinking flippantly at Cui Jing. “What’s up? Are you worried that no one’ll want me? This policeman of mine doesn’t have any plans to propose yet!”

“Aii! The world has really changed.” Cui Jing leaned against the chair. Then she sighed with emotion as she lamented, “Even a refined girl like you is living together with a man before marriage. Not to mention, the man you’re living with is...