"Why would I scare you?" Zhu Yan asked, her face devoid of expression.
Sun Zhe's mouth twitched. He gave a strained laugh. "Stepmom, did you really chop up Sister Zhishan?"
Seeing Sun Zhe's foolish expression, Zhu Yan could no longer hold back and burst out laughing.
"You little fool, did you actually believe me? Your Sister Zhishan went home early this morning."
Sun Zhe looked at her with a strange expression. "You really scared me to death... If you had actually chopped her up, I'd have to force myself to drink several large bowls of her fresh rib soup, even through my tears!"
Zhu Yan couldn't help but purse her lips in disgust. "Aren't you gross?"
Sun Zhe chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Stepmom, you already know, right?"
"Know what?"
"About me and Sister Zhishan."
At his words, Zhu Yan fell silent, but the force with which she chopped the ribs increased. The kitchen knife came down with a series of heavy THUDS, making one's heart pound with unease.
