"So, you're really getting married?"

A disbelieving voice rang out from the phone's speaker that he had placed on the stack of paper on his desk. Right beside it, his laptop displayed rows of numbers. In his hand, he held a notebook and a black pen.

"Why is it so hard to believe?" Shui Xian's monotonous voice asked in return. "Does divorced men don't get married again?"

"Ge[1], you know that's not what I meant," answered the feminine voice. "It's just hard to believe that ...