If we don't take it back, she'll bring rice and meat as compensation.
After knocking on the door for a long time without getting a response, Song Yaoyao confirmed that no one was inside and then used the petty thievery skills she had learned from her father to pry open the door and get in.
Inside the house, she searched everywhere but couldn't find the rice and meat. She couldn't understand where she had hidden them.
If there is no rice or meat at home, where does she get rice and meat to give to Aunt Liu's triplets every few days?
She rummaged through Ling Huanwu's suitcase again and was surprised to find a pile of drawing paper inside.
With a tremor of his hand, a stack of drawing paper and a diary fell to the ground.
The drawing on the paper clearly depicts a person!
Song Yaoyao felt a chill run through her body, her eyes were bloodshot, and her hands trembled as she secretly opened her diary to peek.
After reading it, she tossed it aside as if it were a hot potato, clutching her head in anguish and screaming, her eyes filled with resentment.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Even though she tried everything in her previous life, she couldn't win over Zhou Jiuzhen.
Zhou Jiuzhen is clearly no good, so why is Ling Huanwu able to win him over?
Song Yaoyao, clutching her round belly, slid down the wall and sat on the ground, her face covered in tears and snot.
She didn't believe it!
Suddenly she remembered something, struggled to her feet, and hurried home.
At that time, Zhou Shuyao had just returned home from work in the production team when he bumped into Song Yaoyao, who was returning from outside.
He glanced at the cold stove and poured himself a glass of water, complaining, "What's wrong with you? You're not even cooking. Do you expect me, a worker, to come back and cook for your family of three?"
Suppressing her resentment, Song Yaoyao stared intently at Zhou Shuyao with her almond-shaped eyes, and asked the question that had been pent up in her heart for a long time.
"Shuyao, it was our first typhoon since we came to the island. Did you hear something at your older brother's house that morning?"
"Also, do you...do you like Ling Huanwu?"
The enamel cup in Zhou Shuyao's hand fell to the ground with a crisp "crack".
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