Chang Chi was stunned, but Chang Mei remained very calm. She looked meaningfully at Su Ziceng, "Thinking of calling the police, are you? If you were really intent on doing so, you would've already called them without waiting until now. Don't forget, Qingzhang's health isn't good."
Chang Chi could guess from her mother's tone that what Su Ziceng said was true. Her mother's composure also calmed her down. Indeed, the face-conscious Su Qingzhang would never allow such matters to reach the ears of the police.
What were Chang Mei and her daughter thinking in their minds? How could Su Ziceng not know? She couldn't call the police. Su Ziceng looked helplessly around the hospital room where Yan Wuxu, cradling someone else's child, wore a face full of tender love, and Su Qingzhang, whose face was wrinkled yet now spread with a happy smile.
