"It seems I've arrived in time for the family dinner?" Chen Hao’s smile was as blinding as a supernova. The dinner knife he toyed with suddenly projected a holographic image of the nursery. Lin Mo’s pupils contracted—it was the quantum-encrypted footage from the baby monitor, recorded three hours ago.
In the projection, the lactation marks on Su Yuqing’s skin transformed into the vaulted patterns of a courtroom.
"You tampered with the time anchors on the Dark Web." Lin Mo’s voice caused the hovering steak to drop onto the plate, and the grease splattering upward instantly reorganized into the pattern of prison bars. A rustling of fabric came from the crib as a soiled diaper automatically folded itself into the shape of a judge’s robe.
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