C63 What am i thinking about

Zhang Dabiao was confused. Could Liu Cuiqiong even slap his own face until it swelled up? Even if she had a small wooden thorn in her hand, it would still take her a long time to cry out. Now that he saw the loyalty on her face, she couldn't see a single mark on her palm. The same was true of the mother-in-law's face.

"This is really strange." Zhang Dabiao muttered