Time flies; October brings the golden autumn.
It had been four or five days since Li Qiao and Shang Yu got their marriage certificate.
Time flowed like water, and except for the changing of the seasons, everything remained calm and waveless.
On this day, three days had passed since the start of the long National Day holiday.
Li Qiao was nestled on a sofa, looking at the translation documents in her hands, her expression particularly serene.
She had read the information about the Jing Family and the additional thirty pages of documents many times, yet she still felt they made no sense and could not be sorted out.
The content of the translation document was about the married life of Jing Yilan and Mu Aofan.
The image of the Parma Mu Family gradually became clear and three-dimensional through her own narration.
