Chapter 8

The next day at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau, I had rarely put on a glamorous makeup.

Walking down the street, passersby kept turning their heads to look.

When I stood in front of Nash, his eyes showed capital-letter surprise.

He, who usually looked so prim and proper, was now in a complete mess. His hair looked like a dog's nest, to say the least.

His tie was all disheveled, and his leather shoes were covered in dirty mud.

His whole body emitted an indescribable stench that assaulted my nose.

I couldn't help but frown, "What's wrong? Can't feed yourself without me? Sugar baby?"

I thought he would curse back at me fiercely, or even hit me, but I didn't expect his eyes to instantly well up with tears.

He looked pitiful, on the verge of crying but holding back.

Then he suddenly produced a bouquet of roses from behind his back, weakly offering it to me.

"!"

A backdrop suddenly dropped down in front of me.