Once they had recorded Mom Song's postnatal details and obtained a signature, the community healthcare workers said goodbye to Song Shuhang's family and left.
"Come to think of it, Ms. Zhao's whole family is... ridiculously good-looking! Like celebrities." After leaving Tyrant Song's home, the healthcare workers felt a weight lift from their shoulders. At the same time, some kind of "emotional suppression" seemed to wear off.
Without that protection, they recalled Tyrant Song's family, then the face of that man named White. Their hearts suddenly began to race.
"And it's not just their looks. That Mr. Song who signed for us—now that I think about it, he gave off such an oppressive presence! I was actually laughing and chatting with Mr. Song Shuhang back there. Looking back, I'm breaking out in a cold sweat!" The healthcare worker holding Tyrant Song's signature suddenly noticed his calves trembling and his legs going weak.
"That Mr. Phoenix Slayer holding the baby was handsome too. Just my type," a young woman said with a giggle.
"I remember now! Mr. Shuhang really is a celebrity!" Once the suppression on their perception had worn off, the worker holding the signature suddenly remembered as he walked. He could not help blurting out the slogan: "He's Senior Brother Gao Sheng, who must die!"
"Senior Brother Gao Sheng? Right, right! Senior Brother Gao Sheng must die! Senior Brother Gao Sheng... must die," his companions echoed, their voices dropping. It was as though the words had unlocked their memories.
But as they chanted, they suddenly remembered how intimidating "Senior Brother Gao Sheng" had been face-to-face.
Their cries of "must die" lost all force, turning timid instead.
"That handsome Mr. White who opened the door was Ling Ye. How strange—I didn't recognize him at all just now, even though he's my