Night had fallen deep.
Since returning from school, Gu Yanshen hadn't said a word.
He sat on a small stool, wiping his military boots over and over again.
In the lamp light, his tense profile seemed to be carved out with a knife.
In the office, Liu Jian Country's poisoned threat still echoed in his ears.
"You and your two little brats, just wait for me!"
"Crack."
The shoe brush in Gu Yanshen's hand was snapped in half by his grip.
Lin Wanyi walked over and crouched down.
She took the broken half brush from his hand.
Then picked up another intact one and lowered her head, continuing to polish the other boot for him.
She said nothing.
Just cleaned very seriously, very meticulously.
Gu Yanshen's rigid body gradually relaxed.
Looking at the top of his wife's gentle head, the boiling murderous intent in his chest was finally suppressed.
Just at that moment.
"Wah—! Wah wah—!"
Inside the room, a burst of urgent and sharp baby cries suddenly pierced the silence of the night.
