The Ji Family's backyard.
Song Zhizhi and Xin Zaozao were strolling in the garden.
Xin Zaozao couldn't help but exclaim, "The Ji Family's house is really big. I thought mine was quite large, but it's nothing compared to this."
Song Zhizhi nodded, "I felt the same way when I first saw it."
"Mr. Ji... ahem." Xin Zaozao paused, seeming a bit embarrassed. "Your husband should be okay now, right? Seeing him always in his wheelchair and struggling to go upstairs..."
"He's fine, he won't die," Song Zhizhi laughed, "Mischievous as ever."
"Who talks about their husband like that?"
"You obviously don't know Ji Baijian, that old man..." Song Zhizhi paused for a moment.
Xin Zaozao looked at her.
The old man...
"It's an affectionate nickname between spouses," Song Zhizhi explained.
Xin Zaozao laughed, a bashful smile on her face.
"Funny enough, we've suddenly become sisters-in-law," Song Zhizhi laughed, finding life unpredictable indeed.
