Seeing An Ning not moving, Yu Ziqian started his crying tactics again. "I have such a small wish, and you can't even fulfill it. You say you want to be my mom, but you don't really treat me like your own son, not even as your best friend."
The child's accusation left An Ning at a loss for words, so she could only pick up the marker and sign her name in the spot for the bride. "Can you see if this is okay?"
After writing, she handed it over to the child.
Yu Ziqian might really have the talent to be a big boss, and he indeed knew how to manage things, speaking in a particularly clear and strict manner. "There should be two copies, you only signed one."
An Ning almost burst into laughter at his seriousness.
She held the pen and quickly scribbled a few marks. "This one is signed too."
Yu Ziqian couldn't wait to pick up both marriage certificates and scrutinized them closely.