"No," he denied immediately.

"You're lying! Give me your phone!"

"Mumu! When did you develop the habit of checking your phone?"

Su Mu bit her lip: "You forced me to do this!"

"Mumu, if we can't even trust each other, how are we going to get along well in the long days to come?"

"Stop giving me that nonsense! I'm not Zhou Chunhua, I'm not as stupid as her, I can't be fooled by a few words from you! Give me the phone!" Su Mu roared, ignoring the pain in his wounds, and lunged forward with the child in his arms to snatch the phone.

Fearing that the child would be hurt, Liao Nanxing grabbed Su Mu by the neck and forced him back onto the bed.

In a near-mad frenzy, Su Mu scratched Liao Nanxing's face with his ten fingernails, leaving seven or eight deep and shallow bloodstains.

And then... a great battle, accompanied by the cries of babies, broke out.

...

That night, Zhou Chunhua barely slept.

She checked the time again and again until dawn.

It's the weekend today.

As soon as it was light, she rushed out to pick up the photo frame that needed repair.

Looking at the photo frames that showed no visible cracks, Zhou Chunhua's guilt finally lessened somewhat.

After paying, I took the photo frame to Qin Xiuyuan's house.

She knocked on the door and handed over the repaired photo frame.

Qin Xiuyuan's hand, which was stroking the photo frame, trembled uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry." Zhou Chunhua bowed deeply.

As someone who has also lived on memories, she naturally knows how important these photo frames are to Qin Xiuyuan.

"Come in and sit down."

"No, I have something to do."

After saying goodbye to Qin Xiuyuan, it was already 10 o'clock.

Zhou Chunhua checked her phone messages repeatedly, afraid of missing any bank deposit notifications.

It was already 10:03...