Rose Kinson breathed a sigh of relief, and his meaning was very clear. He had to get a marriage certificate.

Mary Kinson turned the teacup and nodded carelessly.

Beverly Kinson noticed that there was a smell of gunpowder between the three people. He stood up and patted William Black on the shoulder, "William is right. When we get a marriage certificate is up to you and Mary."

As soon as he said that, the decision-making right was on the hands of William Black, and Rose Kinson couldn't stop her.

William Black nodded, "Thank you, Uncle."

Then he looked at Mary Kinson and drew his long eyebrows together slightly, "Send me,...