Young Marshal, Please Stay. My Wife's Orders Cannot Be Violated.

At about five o'clock, the sky was already getting a little brighter. The loud voice of the newsboy could be faintly heard on the street: "Excuse me! Here's a sneak peek! Mr. Zhong's proposal in the opera house failed again yesterday!" Pedestrians all looked down upon him. This was the thirteenth time this month. How could Mr. Zhong be as fierce as a tiger in a fight and as timid as a dog in proposing marriage? Mr. Zhong closed the newspaper silently, his face flushed with emotion: The rough guy was so happy for a while, chasing his wife in the crematorium! The next moment he regained his composure: "Bring the flowers and rings and follow me to the pear garden. I don't believe I won't be able to marry you back home!" The adjutant was dejected: You still have to go... Just admit your mistake. You shouldn't have lost the washboard that day.