Song Zhibai's university started, and he became busy every day.

And he naturally left Nannan to me to take care of.

Fortunately, Nannan had started kindergarten, and with the added factor of not having lunch at home every day, it became much easier.

But at the same time, his memory also became worse and worse.

From initially forgetting what I said, to later forgetting that Nannan was still in kindergarten.

I was not surprised at all. I took her for a walk in the community on weekends.

The aunties in the community were very enthusiastic, pulling my hand and chatting, "This girl is so lively, looks more like her father."

The auntie who knew the truth tugged at her sleeve.

I smiled lightly, assuming the appearance of a good daughter-in-law: "Yes, my old Song helps raise his brother's child, and can even hit his own biological child."

When this was said, the aunties were shocked, looking at each other.

But I didn't care, after all, if this matter was spread through their mouths, maybe an entire story could be fabricated.

As expected, these words reached the ears of Song Zhibai and Cui Yilian's mutual friends, and everyone discussed it, suspecting that the two of them had a relationship that was not so simple.

Some said that they probably got together very early, but kept it a secret.

Some said that Cui Yilian couldn't stand the loneliness and made Song Zhibai her husband.

In short, none of it was good.

Cui Yilian's parents also forbade her from going out, not wanting to lose face.