What kind of father is Yun Shijie? Who kind of person is he?!

You really treat yourself like a thing!

After Qin Anan left, Yun Shijie frowned and took a sip of wine.

Did he want too much?

2.4 billion a year is obviously not much! It’s only a fraction of Fu Shiting’s annual income!

After coming out of the restaurant, Qin Anan felt even more confused.

The matter has been completely laid out in front of her. If she can't satisfy Yun Shijie's appetite, then Yun Shijie will definitely go to Fu Shiting next.

Let this old bastard touch the hard rock Fu Shiting!

However, Fu Shiting will definitely be very distressed!

On the way back to the car, she put on her Bluetooth headset and planned to call Fu Shiting to hear his voice.

Remember URL

Turning on her phone, she saw the message from Mrs. Zhang.

——Xiaohan and Ruila had a quarrel. It was quite serious. Come back as soon as you are done.

After reading the news, her head felt dizzy!

She put down her phone, took off her headphones, and hurried back.

Star River Villa, living room.

Ruila hugged the storage box and squatted on the floor, feeling depressed and wiping tears silently.

Sister-in-law Zhang was outside the door of the children's room on the second floor, trying to persuade Xiaohan, but there was no response at all.

Fortunately, Ziqiu was relatively well-behaved at the moment, neither crying nor fussing. He was eating snacks and playing with toys alone in the crib.

Not long after, Qin Anan rushed back.

She didn't have time to change her shoes and strode into the living room. Seeing her daughter's depressed look, she immediately picked her up.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why did you quarrel with your brother?" As she was talking, she saw the copybook in the storage box, "Is it because of the copybook?"

"My brother didn't like the gift from dad and kicked the box. I said he was wrong, so he yelled at me to get out." Ruila lowered her eyes, with tears hanging on her long eyelashes.

Listening to his daughter's aggrieved voice, Qin Anan already had an image of his son's anger in his mind.

"Mom knows. Mom is going to find my brother now. You stay here, don't cry. If you are hungry, go eat first. Mom will come to you soon." Qin Anan put her daughter down and strode towards the stairs.

Go.

"Mom, brother locked the door." Ruila reminded.

"Well, it's okay. I'll let him open the door."

Mrs. Zhang heard the sound upstairs and immediately reminded Xiaohan at the door: "Xiaohan, your mother is back."

After Mrs. Zhang finished saying this, the door of the room opened with a creak.

Qin Anan walked upstairs, and Mrs. Zhang walked up to her and whispered: "I'm going downstairs first. Please give Xiaohan some advice."

After Mrs. Zhang left, Qin Anan strode into the children's room.

Xiaohan sat in front of the desk, with his chin stretched out and his thin lips pursed.

"Qin Zihan, you are no longer a three-year-old child. Mom can't always use the method of coaxing a three-year-old child to make you happy." Qin An'an was in a bad mood, so her patience with the child declined accordingly, "You don't have to like your father's gifts

It’s your gift, but there’s no need for you to get so angry over this little thing.”

Xiaohan was stunned.

He didn't expect his mother to have such a harsh attitude.

It was as if his mother chose to side with Fu Shiting between him and Fu Shiting.

He couldn't accept it!

He carried his schoolbag and strode out!
Chapter completed!