"Fuck me!" Old Six waved his hands wildly in panic, babbling incoherently. "No, no! Are you saying you trust your husband that little? How could there possibly be an affair?" Being suspected by his wife was driving him mad.
Yao Ling nodded calmly. "I trust you, so I'm not worried at all."
Hearing that, Old Six immediately beamed. "That's more like it."
Yao Ling looked at the strange woman across from her. "Go on."
Old Six scratched his ears and cheeks. "Fuck, how am I supposed to explain this... Ah, right, Shy Iron Fist!"
"Shy Iron Fist?"
Old Six clapped his hands. "Right! Do you remember that movie, Shy Iron Fist? Of course you do. We watched it together on the living room couch, and afterward we even did some role-playing... Ahem, ahem. I mean, do you remember the plot? The male and female leads swapped souls. And that really happened—it happened to your husband!"
Yao Ling's expression was no longer relaxed. Frowning, she said, "How do you know about that movie? And what exactly are you trying to say?"
Old Six went straight to the point. "That guy outside, that Abyss, is fake! I'm your husband!"
Yao Ling recoiled, looking at Old Six as though she were a lunatic.
Old Six's gaze was earnest. "It sounds absurd, but I can prove who I am. Test me! Hurry, test me!"
Yao Ling completely refused to believe her. "My husband is a public figure. Anyone who puts in the effort can collect information about him."
"But no one can collect information about you! I was never someone who liked spreading the details of my life everywhere. There are plenty of things known to Heaven, known to Earth, known to you and me, and to no one else." Old Six racked her