"Makes sense, of course. Just go about your business as usual." Tian Sangsang walked beside him and suddenly smacked her forehead in frustration. "My terrible memory!"
"Hey, don't hurt yourself!" Zhao Chun was startled. "What's wrong?"
Tian Sangsang shook her head, still frustrated. Pregnancy had dulled her in every way—except her chest and belly, which had grown. All the nutrients seemed to go there, leaving little for her brain.
She should have given that map to Jiang Jinghuai back then.
Then she thought, maybe she should install a surveillance camera at home. She had such devices in her storage space—not just cameras, but also listening devices.
She made up her mind to install some listening devices at Yipin Xiangju, her own home, and Zhao Chun's courtyard house. Not to monitor them, of course, but so that she'd know more quickly if strangers broke in.
Only, how would she give them to Zhao Chun?
These tiny listening devices seemed far too advanced for this era.
