"Oh, Weiwei, didn't we play this when we were little?" Ling Jin seemed to be in a good mood at the moment.

Mother Ye nodded: "Yes, once we almost burned down someone's house."

“It’s the family next door. I remember they have a little girl who can’t speak.”

"Well, it's said that he was traumatized and lost his ability to speak. What happened after that is unknown."

The two sisters reminisced about the past, their faces beaming with smiles.

The little boy looked at his mother, and when she didn't respond, he tugged at Ye Wanying's sleeve.

When Yingying looked over, her mouth gestures conveyed two words: spoon!

cough.

Ye Wanying gently rubbed her son's cheeks, then took a spoon from the cupboard: "Come on, let's go out."

The little boy followed them out excitedly.

........

In the yard, the little boy sat on a small stool. The tin can was no longer hot, and he held it himself, using his other hand to scoop it into his mouth with a spoon.

"It's so sweet, Mom, you should have some too."

Um... only kids would like this kind of thing.

"Sweetie, Mommy doesn't want to eat, you can eat it yourself."

"All right."

........

On the other side.

The situation wasn't so relaxed and carefree then.

"Gu Ziling, when are you going to let me go?" Xia Hong couldn't hold back any longer. It was already afternoon, and it would be evening soon. What would it be like to stay with this man any longer?

Minister Gu sat leaning back on the sofa, flipping through a book, a pair of glasses perched on his face. Hearing the woman's angry voice, he looked up:

Where do you want to go?

"No, what business is it of yours where I go? Who are you? Who are you to me? Do I need to tell you?"

Xia Hong was truly furious...

However, Minister Gu remained unhurried:

"Then if you're not going to tell me, just stay here. I don't care, it's up to you."

Depend on!

You bitch!

I've never seen such a despicable man!

Xia Hong naturally wouldn't choose to stay there any longer. She took a few deep breaths, suppressing the anger rising in her throat.

"I'm here on a business trip. Where do you think I'm going?"

"Didn't I already tell you that you're not going on this business trip? Your boss said so."

This is power.

When Minister Gu made a phone call, even the magazine's owner had no choice but to happily agree.

"Gu Ziling, that's my job. What gives you the right to make that decision?"

The man stood up from the sofa, the book falling to the floor, and walked step by step toward the woman.

Xia Hong raised an eyebrow in displeasure and shouted, "You... Gu Ziling, stop right there!"

However, how could Minister Gu be so obedient?

Can you just stop like that?

Of course, we should keep moving forward.

What I fear most is this situation where I can't grasp the other person's emotions or know what their next move will be.

"Gu Ziling, can't you just stand there and say what you have to say? Don't come any closer."

"Ha, you think I'll just listen to you because you tell me to stop? In your own words, why should I?"

Forehead....

Yeah, why should we?

Xia Hong choked, unable to say anything for a moment, and stopped in her tracks, only able to watch helplessly as the man walked up to her.

Snap!

The man slammed his large hand against the wall behind him, while Xia Hong was curled up in his arms.

Depend on!

That's a classic wall slam!

"you...."

"What about me?"

Being so close, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, and the whole room was filled with pink bubbles.