"Hmm... I see."
Actually, I have no idea where my phone is; I'll ask that blind fool later.
Mother Zhao keenly noticed among a group of curious girls, one who was looking down and asked softly, "Who is this?"
"Your daughter-in-law... um, she's a writer."
"?" Old Zhao asked, "And who are these?"
"All your daughters-in-law."
The women withdrew their curious gazes, trying to hold back laughter, and bowed: "Greetings, father-in-law and mother-in-law."
The couple dropped the vegetables they were holding, and the group under the banyan tree was dumbfounded.
This is quite the crime, ever heard of bigamy?
Ling Ruoyu peeked out from behind Ye Wuming.
Old Zhao tightened his face: "Don't tell me this kid who's barely in ninth grade is also?"
"Oh, this one..." Zhao Changhe paused, pulling Ling Ruoyu forward: "Say hello to grandpa and grandma."
"What... what?"
Zhao Changhe pulled Xia Chichi over: "There's another one in her belly, two or three months along."
