—"Sorry, sorry! Oh, Zhao Xiaoru, is that you" My acting was a bit stiff, but I didn't have time to worry about that.Zhao Xiaoru's eyes were a little red, and her voice was a bit hoarse—had she done to... silence. The fridge and TV didn't even have their plugs in.How could one possibly raise a child in such a placeThere was a broken small glass bottle in front of the bed. Mu Wanchen frowned and squatt...