The clear sound of the conversation plays out from the high-performance phone receiver.
...
"Bullshit, when have I ever coaxed her?"
"In bed, it's always her coaxing me, coaxing me until I'm comfortable..."
"If she cries, just kick her, kick her as long as she cries..."
"She begs me, beg ten times, feed once."
"If there's a complaint, hit her, hit until there are no complaints."
...
Mo Nanjue's magnetic voice is extremely recognizable, pleasing to the ear.
By the lawn, the wind rustles through the leaves...
Mo Beiyan slightly lifts his head, today's weather is really not bad.
The recording is over an hour long, starting the moment they got into the car.
Mo Nanjue is frozen stiff, standing there unmoving, the warm sunlight wrapping around his shoulders, feeling like a giant stone that he reaches out to lift...
And smashes it hard on his own face.
Bang... no blood.
Tong Ran stands at the side, as the recording plays, her small face grows colder...
