Zhao Han was a bit frustrated and said, "How would I know? Anyway, I vaguely remember that when I have any memory at all, my sister was already there, even in a cradle! Since we're not much different in age, how could I have many memories of that?"
Liu Zhizhong thought it made sense and nodded, "Why don't you ask her then?"
"Who? My sister?"
"Yeah, it's better if you ask. As her husband, I can't get anything out of her. Even a phone call is a struggle, with conversation falling flat after just a few words."
Zhao Han thought for a moment and said, "All right, I'll go see her at her house tomorrow. She got slapped, so I guess she hasn't been to work these past few days and is probably recovering at home!"
"Right, that works. After you get divorced tomorrow, go see her."
As they were speaking, footsteps were heard from outside.
Zhao Han's face changed with fright, and she jumped off Liu Zhizhong's lap and went straight to the restroom.
