"..." Sikong Lingge's mind was blank and he didn't know what to say.
I never thought that Shangguan Zhixing was so wise and so simple as to hide things that he tried every means to see...
Can she say it?
Speaking of Shangguan Zile's true identity, is it actually Fang Yiren?
Sikong Lingge bit his lip, clenched his fists, and recalled quickly in his mind—
Every time, whenever she thinks about the arrest of Shangguan Rui and the child, Fang Yiren always appears at the most critical moment.
This shows that it is not possible to avoid Fang Yiren's eyes and ears by turning off the surveillance in the room.
Fang Yiren must have installed more sophisticated surveillance in a place they didn't know.
Maybe she is hiding in the dark now, monitoring her and Shangguan Zhixing's every move...
If she disclosed the news casually, Fang Yiren might be detrimental to the child.
The more Sikong Lingge thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his courage disappeared little by little...
"Ling Ge, the people of the Shangguan family are not as fragile as you imagined. There are some things you don't have to be afraid of and say them generously." Shangguan Zhixing could tell at a glance what she was thinking.
It seems that the psychological shadow caused by Mrs. Feng to Sikong Lingge is really deep.
Shangguan Zhixing sighed—
During this period when she was arrested, Mrs. Feng would go to see them almost every day. Shangguan Zhixing listened to a lot about Sikong Lingge's childhood.
If Mrs. Feng hadn't said it personally, Shangguan Zhixing wouldn't believe it. The elegant and dignified official wife in front of others would have been a scumbag who abused children...
Sikong Hesitated.
She really wanted to tell Shangguan Zhixing what happened to the whole thing.
But Fang Yiren is in this house...
In Sikong Lingge's eyes, Fang Yiren is like a tiger hiding in the dark, staring at her, and may leave the box at any time.
The child in Mrs. Feng's hand is the flesh beside Fang Yiren's mouth...
Sikong Lingge really dared not take risks casually.
Shangguan Zhixing looked at her deeply and suddenly changed the subject, "I heard from my elder brother that you did a good job in handmade work?"
Sikong Lingge was stunned. He didn't understand why Shangguan Zhixing suddenly asked about this, "It's been a long time since I touched it."
“Can you see what you make?”
"Of course." Sikong Lingge nodded, opened the cabinet, and moved out the handmade handicraft she had done before.
Handmade soap of various shapes were placed on the table.
"Very pretty." Shangguan Zhixing picked up a piece at will, but his mind was not on it at all. "What are the uses?"
"It's usually cleansing your face."
"Most of them are rose-scented, right?"
"Well, girls prefer roses, so I made more..." Sikong Lingge nodded and replied, introducing these pure natural handmade soaps.
In my heart, I became more and more confused, and Shangguan Zhixing asked about the purpose of these things.
"It sounds like these handmade soaps are really good, and I'm so moved." Shangguan Zhixing said.
"If you are not the third skin, you can choose a few favorite styles to try." Anyway, the online store has been closed recently, and Sikong Lingge feels that he will no longer have the heart to take care of these handmade soaps in the short term.
It is better to give it to others than to leave it alone.
"I'm allergic to rose-dried things." Shangguan Zhixing looked at Sikong Lingge and smiled gently, "If you have time, how many more do you make for me?"