"Girl, the Civil Affairs Bureau is off work. Isn't your fiancé here yet?"
The staff's voice sounded next to Song Yanyan.
She clenched the marriage application form in her hand, smiled bitterly, then stood up and left with her stiff body.
Passing by the trash can at the door, she tore up the marriage application form, tore off the veil, and threw away the carefully prepared wedding candies.
The staff whispered: "This girl came early in the morning and waited all day. She is really pitiful! It seems that she will not get married."
Song Yanyan took out her phone and replied to the message she had been waiting for for a long time.
"I agree to work in Peng City."
