Chapter Eight
"I'll believe you this time." Sandra Hamilton said with a smile, Lucas Graham squeezed her hand tightly, as if transmitting his determination and joy through his palm. With joy in his eyebrows, he said word by word, "I won't let you down."
He held her hand tightly, and this time he wouldn't let go.
Suddenly, Lucas Graham seemed to remember something, "Did you bring the household registration book?"
She frowned, "Why would I carry that thing around?"
"No way, I want to strike while the iron is hot, let's go register now, or you'll regret it by tomorrow or tonight."
As he said that, he glanced at his watch, "We can still make it if we rush over now."
Sandra Hamilton smiled helplessly, "Come on, it's Mid-Autumn Festival, we're on holiday! No one's at work."
Ryan Gregory: "I can help you with that, just a phone call."
Sofia Hamilton hurriedly added, "The household registration book is with me, if you need it, I'll go get it for you now."
