"This sister-in-law is not as simple as she seems," Huo Beijiang snorted coldly, his head bowed as he focused on the porridge boiling in the pot.
Ning Di couldn't figure it out, pondering over his doubts for a long time without any clarity. He couldn't help but ask, "But the sister-in-law's sister hasn't had any strange experiences, nor has she shown any peculiar behaviors. Logically speaking, she doesn't seem to have the requisite conditions or motives."
How could a girl from the countryside, with a life so mundane from childhood, have an aura of strangeness about her?
Initially, Ning Di thought he was just overthinking it. His sister-in-law was indeed intelligent and exceptional, but her outstanding performance was within reasonable bounds. Her sister, however, was a different story altogether— the more he observed, the more he felt an odd air about her.
"All the members of my wife's family are extraordinary," Huo Beijiang said self-mockingly.
