"I know." Xi Mingyuan glanced at the woman sitting on the sofa with a smile, knowing that Mrs. Wu was frightened. His wife was sitting on the sofa in the living room with her head lowered and muttering to herself, looking like a psychopath. It’s no wonder that her appearance is frightening. He handed the things in his hand to Sister-in-law Wu and gave her a reassuring look before walking towards the woman sitting in a daze on the sofa.
"What are you talking to yourself about?" He stretched out his hand to brush away her hair that had fallen down due to her drooping of her head, and gently stroked her head.
"Huo!" She jumped up. Is this person a ghost? He appeared suddenly?
"You... you... why are you here?" She shouted exaggeratedly and took a big step back. It's dead, it's dead, he must have read what's in the newspaper. OK, she took a pair of silk socks. It's okay to end it on your own, be lenient if you confess, and be lenient if you resist.