The tape recorder spun idly for a while before switching to the voice of Shen Wenhao's mother, Xiao Jing, and an unfamiliar man's voice.
Xiao Jing's voice was as ever, gentle and fragile, "Ah Zhao, can you come visit me more often? Not to mention anything else, but for the sake that I bore you Wenxiu and Wenqiu and raised them to be so outstanding, can you spend more time with me, please?"
The man's voice was very cold, "They can't even carry on my last name, so what good is their excellence?"
"Then how about I bear you a child that can carry your last name now? We can hire a nanny to help take care of it later."
"Do you like me that much?"
"Do you even need to ask? Otherwise, why would I give you all my savings? Good Ah Zhao, I really really like you so much… We… Mmm…"
Suddenly, the recording changed to ambiguous sounds of a man and woman…
Shen Wenhao's face turned beet red, wanting to turn off the recorder, only to find that it had switched to his own voice.
