At half past four, Song Nanqiao finished all the work he had at hand and waited for Zuo Lin to take it.

As a result, she arrived late at six o'clock, and the Phantom Sports Car downstairs of the company was so red that it was so squeamish that it blinked.

"Miss, I'm waiting for you at the front desk and you're going to be a statue."

Song Nanqiao got into the car with a helpless look on his face.

She always does this and will never go out early and wait next time.

"Hehehe, there are patients."

Song Nanqiao glanced at her casual outfit and knew that she must have been at this point at home before coming out.

"Hurry up, don't let my uncle wait too long. You have this attitude and style every time. If I were my uncle, I would never let you go."

Zuo Lin rolled her eyes, "If you were me, you would probably have to be crazy, but if you compare, I can understand that my father likes you very much. After all, you are gentler than me and will not throw a tantrum at him."

She sighed, then switched gears and recharged the gas.

One hour later, Zuo Family Villa.

Song Nanqiao had already gotten out of the car and was about to enter the villa, and Zuo Lin was still wearing lipstick in the car.

Helplessly, Song Nanqiao had to turn around and go back.

"My lady, if you slow down, you can go home."

"That's good." Zuo Lin looked cold.

Song Nanqiao pulled her down, "Stick her head and shook her head. Since you are all here, think of a solution. After all, it is your father and your younger brother is also a close relative of blood and bones. Although it was not born by a mother, you must know that she is still your stepmother."

Zuo Lin bit her red lips and said that she was so angry that she mentioned this woman.

"Walk."

As soon as the two entered the door, the servant immediately rushed up with sharp eyes.

"Miss, you are finally back. Today, the master will come home early after work. But you are a little late, and the master is a little unhappy."

"Ma Zhang, thank you for your hard work."

Zuo Lin took the slippers she handed over and put them on, and was very moved by Zhang Ma's tips and kindness.

When it comes to this family, the only place that I can nostalgate for is probably the old servant who has been using for more than 20 years. Zhang's mother was watching her grow up and was good to her.

Zuo Lin looked up at Zuo’s father sitting upright in the living room.

"Dad, I'm back."

Her tone was cold, and after entering, she strode and sat directly on the sofa opposite her.

"Why is it so late? What time is it?"

Zuo's father shouted loudly, pointed at the wall clock on the wall and looked ashen.

Song Nanqiao was wearing slippers from outside for a little late, and then walked to the living room, watching Zuo's father get angry, and took a deep breath.

She squeezed out a smile and shouted softly, "Uncle Zuo."

Hearing the voice, Zuo's father turned his head and saw Song Nanqiao also coming in, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Nan Qiao? Why are you here too?"

"Uncle Zuo, I happened to go to Linlin for dinner. She said she wanted to go home. She thought she wouldn't come for a long time, so she followed her. You won't blame me for coming here uninvited, right?"

She smiled and said hello, sitting opposite him, her legs naturally overlapping, showing her style of a great man.

Zuo's father looked at her and then looked at Zuo Lin, crossing his legs with improper work.

He frowned immediately, "Put it down, you won't learn from Nan Qiao, you don't look like a lady from a family."

Zuo Lin took off her legs reluctantly.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart: In the eyes of parents, children in other families are always the best, and children in their own families are never as good as children in other families.

At this time, a beautiful lady on the second floor came down from the upper floor, holding a seven-year-old child in her hand.

He curled his lips and smiled charmingly, and greeted him intimately, "Linlin, you are back. Your father has been thinking about you for several days and has always wanted you to come back. You said you have no time."

Zuo Lin knew in her heart how could a person like Zuo's father, who was not good at speaking, talk about her every day in front of others.

Song Nanqiao looked at the woman who was Gu Panshenghui in front of her. Although she was extremely disliked by her behavior, she was successful for her stepmother.

Once she ascended to the position of her wife, she was still holding her youngest son. It was obvious that she was declaring sovereignty and would never give up the inheritance to Zuo Lin.

Looking at the mother and daughter, Zuo Lin couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and then sneered, "You can do this. Every time I say these words, I'm not tired of saying them, I'm tired of listening to them."

When the noble lady heard this, her face froze, and then a flash of Sha Su passed by. Soon, a smile appeared on her face and looked at the boy beside her.

"Shang'er, your sister is back, why don't you run over and say hello?"

The little boy rolled his eyes and pouted his mouth in displeasure.

"I don't like her, she's not my sister."

Song Nanqiao frowned. What a child can understand is obviously a problem of her usual teaching.

But this was someone else's family business after all, and she had no right to participate. She could only watch the little boy running over, wrapping his little arm around Zuo's father's neck, and Zuo's father picked him up and sat on his lap.

The little boy raised his neck and glanced at Zuo Lin, his eyes full of arrogance.

"What's your name?"

Song Nanqiao couldn't help but ask.

The little boy folded his hands on his chest with anger and stared at Song Nanqiao with great dissatisfaction, "My name is Zuo Shang. You haven't even heard of my name. I really don't know."

Zuo's father touched his little head lovingly and pointed his little nose pamperedly, "Irregular."

Turning his head and looking at Song Nanqiao in embarrassment.

"The child is still young and it's time to rebel. It's better to be older than you, Nan Qiao, don't mind."

Song Nanqiao nodded and smiled. He was so old that he was afraid he would be spoiled.

When he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, Zuo Lin stood up first, and she could no longer bear it.

"Zuo Shang didn't learn well at such a young age. Fathers can only protect themselves. What? Is my son amazing? I said I was uneducated, how good is the son you taught? He is already seven years old and is about to go to elementary school. Is the teacher respecting the teacher? No matter how bad it is, he has a mouth? Do you know how to call someone? I tell you that some people are not something you can offend."

"Why do you want me to call someone when you stand in my house? How can you afford to offend me?"

Zuo Shang snorted coldly, and a hint of contempt appeared on the corner of his lips.

That look exactly like his mother. It seemed that as long as the Zuo Father was there, they could do whatever they wanted.

"Zuo Shang, don't be rude. This is Mrs. Tang, and it's your sister's friend. You should pay attention to your future speech."

Zuo’s father looked like a stern face, which means that he had already educated him, so don’t blame him too much.

Zuo Lin looked at this scene and suddenly a fire burned in her heart.

"It's too much, Nan Qiao, let's go."

The mistress performed when she came up. Now even Song Nanqiao has been splashed with dirty water. How can she tolerate it?
Chapter completed!