Du Muhan pondered for a moment before saying frankly, "Actually, I didn't recognize Ding Peixin at first. She looked a little different from when she was a child, and we didn't spend much time together. We had no feelings for each other, and I never paid much attention to her."
Su Qiao's eyes flickered.
What about the domestic violence?
Besides Ding Wencheng, who else could have beaten her mother?
Or perhaps her original father?
Su Qiao didn't want to reopen his wounds. After thinking it over, she held back and didn't ask anything more.
"When are you coming back?" Du Muhan didn't want to mention those unrelated people, so he changed the subject.
Su Qiao lazily leaned against the back of the sofa and shook her head. "I don't know. I still haven't found Ding Peixin's whereabouts. I'm looking into the source of those identification documents. Maybe I'll have results soon."
"Waiting for you to come back." Du Muhan lay diagonally across the sofa, looking at her listlessly. "I kind of miss you. It always feels empty around me."
Su Qiao rolled her eyes. "Come on, we only separated this morning."
"Have you never heard the saying, 'A day apart feels like three autumns'?" Du Muhan didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest.
"You should say that we separated this morning, so we've already spent the whole day apart."
Su Qiao laughed. "Hehe, is it really that exaggerated?"
This man was even pulling out the saying about a day apart feeling like three autumns.
"Not exaggerated at all."
Du Muhan held his phone in one hand and propped up his head with the other, looking at her with a hint of grievance.
"You forgot that we're in the throes of passion, and after we got together last night, you left without