"Are you sick?" The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Su Nan couldn't help but throw the bag to the ground.

Su Tiantian must be a little crazy. She dares to rob people illegally on the street for a few dollars. Should we say she is brave or fearless?

But I don’t know whether the public security bureau will accept the case for just a few dollars.

She was really pissed off. The only thing that could comfort her now was that the stalker had been caught, so she no longer had to be in fear when going to and from get off work.

She didn't have much savings to begin with, and today she handed over all of them.

Oh, that telegram!

Thinking of this, Su Nan took her bag and hurried to the post office, but when she arrived at the post office, everyone else had already gone off work.

It's over. By tomorrow, the telegram will have been sent out, and Zhou Rang will definitely misunderstand that something has happened to her.

Now that the crisis was over, she didn't know how to face Zhou Rang who had rushed over. Most importantly, what should she do if this delayed Zhou Rang from fulfilling his filial piety in front of his aunt?

What a sin, Su Tiantian is such an unlucky thing.

When Su Nan was jumping up and down in front of the post office, she didn't know that in the dark alley not far from her, a pair of eyes were watching her every move.

And the owner of those eyes is definitely not Su Tiantian.

*

The largest black market in Shanghai is located in a residential area in the south of the city. As the sky gets darker, it becomes more and more lively here.

As the border approaches, more and more people come to the black market to stock up. After all, the grain and other goods provided by the supply and marketing cooperatives are limited, and many people either cannot afford to buy or do not have enough tickets.

But it’s not a big deal if you don’t buy it. You can make do with it at other times, but you can’t be careless about the once-in-a-lifetime Spring Festival.

So the black market has become the first choice for many people to shop.

In the black market in Shanghai, as long as you have enough money, you can buy anything.

In one of the residential buildings, a man wearing a thick military coat was sitting on the balcony, cracking melon seeds leisurely, with a stove at his feet for warmth.

From time to time he would sit down and take a look at the business situation on the black market below him, and take a sip of hot tea from time to time. His life was so good.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. The man did not get up, he knew someone was going to open the door.

"Auntie, this is Brother Guangming's telegram." A clear male voice sounded at the door.

"Oh, okay, thank you for making a special trip to deliver it to him." Yang Chunhua took the envelope handed over by the man.

"It's okay, auntie, I'll leave first." The man thanked her and left.

Yang Chunhua closed the door, looked the envelope up and down, then went into the house, walked out of the balcony, and threw the envelope on Zheng Guangming.

"Who sent you the telegram?" Yang Chunhua asked curiously as he sat back in the living room picking vegetables.

Zheng Guangming put down the melon seeds in his hand, patted the melon seed shell residue on his hands, frowned, and thought for a long time but couldn't think of who could send him a telegram.

"I don't know either." Zheng Guangming picked up the envelope and looked at it, his eyes finally fixed on the address on the lower corner of the envelope.

"Jiangbei Province?" He didn't know anyone in Jiangbei Province, except for Brother Rang. But didn't Brother Rang come to Shanghai a few days ago?

Who could that be?

The wind blew gently, blowing up the strands of hair on Zheng Guangming's forehead, revealing his furrowed brows.

Jiangbei Province? Who could it be?

With the intention of exploring the answer, Zheng Guangming opened the envelope and a row of neatly printed words came into his sight. There were not many words and it only took him a few seconds to read them all.

"What the hell." Zheng Guangming widened his eyes and almost fell off his chair in excitement.

"What's the matter? Can you be careful and don't knock over the stove?" Seeing how flustered he was, Yang Chunhua knocked on the table in annoyance.

"Mom, I'm going out for a while. Something happened to my sister-in-law." Zheng Guangming hurriedly folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket, then rushed out of the house.

"Hey, where did your sister-in-law come from? You little rascal, come and eat early." Yang Chunhua chased to the stairs and yelled at Zheng Guangming who had already run to the first floor.

Zheng Guangming had no time to care about his mother. All he wanted now was to rush to Zhou Rang and tell him the shocking news.

It's over. My sister-in-law is so beautiful, and being stalked by someone is no small matter. If the other party has bad intentions and finds the right opportunity to attack her, it will be too late to regret it.

As for why Zhou Rang left his address to Su Nan, it was probably to guard against certain people in the Zhou family.

Zheng Guangming lives far away from Zhou's home, and he doesn't have a car, so he can only take the tram.

At this time, the atmosphere in the Zhou family was extremely strange.

The living room was full of people. Song Wanqing and Zhou Xingwen were sitting on one side of the sofa, as was Zhou Qian, who had just returned home.

On the other side sat a well-dressed middle-aged couple and a pretty young girl.

Zhou Rang sat on a dining chair not far away, flipping through the book in his hands with an expressionless face.

On one hand, they were chatting animatedly, on the other hand, silence was as golden as gold.

"It's been a long time since we last met. The two young masters in your family have grown up so much?" Xiao Suxin glanced at Zhou Qian, then at Zhou Rang, and spoke with some emotion.

"Yes, it's been ten years since we last met. Sihan has grown into a graceful young lady. Come here and let your aunt take a good look at her." Song Wanqing waved to Qin Sihan who was sitting quietly beside her.

I saw a girl in a pink coat got up from the sofa, came to Song Wanqing, and called sweetly: "Hello, auntie."

Qin Sihan is a Chinese-American mixed-race girl with beautiful waist-length black curly hair. Her facial features are three-dimensional and delicate, and her pupils are blue, like glowing glass beads.

Song Wanqing held Qin Sihan's hand, her eyes lit up, and she praised sincerely: "This child is so beautiful."

Qin Sihan smiled generously and said in a coquettish voice, "Aunt is pretty too."

This is not false. Anyone who can give birth to a beautiful woman like Zhou Rang must be a beauty herself.

Song Wanqing had her long hair tied into a bun at the back of her head and wore a green wool coat. She looked exceptionally gentle, and exuded the scholarly air of a lady from a noble family.

Apart from some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his face was fair and translucent, and he looked like he was in his early thirties.

Hearing this, Song Wanqing smiled and said modestly for a few words, then changed the subject and said, "I do remember that you, Su Xin, said that you wanted to leave your daughter to my family as a daughter-in-law."

As soon as these words came out, the living room suddenly fell silent for two seconds. Before Xiao Suxin could speak, Qin Hui, who was sitting next to her, spoke up: "I also remember such a thing."

Qin Hui is an American, but he speaks Chinese very well, fluent Mandarin with only a slight American accent.

"Although I don't agree, it still depends on the children's wishes." Xiao Suxin covered her lips and smiled.

After saying this, Xiao Suxin and Song Wanqing looked at each other calmly, both revealing a hint of a smile, and it was obvious that they had colluded long ago.

The Qin family just came from the United States half a month ago, and the couple is now one of the scientific researchers of an important national project.

Song Wanqing and Xiao Suxin are close friends who grew up together, and the Song and Xiao families are also very good neighbors.

When they took the entrance exam to Shanghai University together, they met each other's love here.

Later, Song Wanqing married a man from Beijing to Shanghai, and Xiao Suxin married Qin Hui who was studying in Shanghai. The two families spent many years together in Shanghai.

Ten years ago, Qin Hui and Xiao Suxin moved to the United States with their daughter, and the two families separated, but they kept in touch all the time.