Hearing this question, Zhuang Yibo was obviously silent for a moment, and then finally said: "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Zhuang Zhonghong was obviously a little angry at this answer, "You stay with him every day, how could you not know?"
"I really don't know." Zhuang Yibo said.
"If you don't know, then you won't ask him?" Zhuang Zhonghong said, "How many times have I told you to test his attitude by making insinuations, have you ever done it?"
"No."
Zhuang Zhonghong almost suspected that he had heard wrongly. He stared at Zhuang Yibo and said, "What did you say?"
Zhuang Yibo's expression remained calm, "I don't know what insinuations mean, so I haven't done it."
"Yibo!" Zhuang Zhonghong was really angry now, "What do you mean? Are you telling me these words?"
"Dad, I don't mean anything else, I just can't do it-"
Snapped!
Before Zhuang Yibo finished speaking, she was slapped so hard on the face that her head tilted and her neck seemed to be twisted. She was frozen there for a moment, unable to move anymore.
"You did it on purpose, right?" Zhuang Zhonghong looked at her angrily and said, "You think you are now on the high branch of Shen Wangjin and the banker has become a burden to you, so you just don't care.
You're giving us a bad look in turn, aren't you? Zhuang Yibo! Don't forget who raised you up like this! Who raised you to be what you are today! If you do such a thing now, are you worthy of the banker? Worthy of me
With your mother? Are you worthy of your dead sister?"
Zhuang Yibo felt like her head was buzzing. Zhuang Zhonghong said a lot of words, but she didn't hear them clearly. But when Zhuang Zhonghong said the words "dead sister", the noise in her ears seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and she just
These few remaining words came in hard.
Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but reached out and covered her ears. However, before she could recover, Zhuang Zhonghong had already grabbed her hand again and continued to accuse her heavily.
Until the servant in the house heard the sound and came out. Seeing this situation, he quickly stepped forward to try to break up the fight and protect Zhuang Yibo.
Taking advantage of the moment when she pulled away Zhuang Zhonghong's hand, Zhuang Yibo turned around and returned to the house, went directly upstairs, and locked himself in the room.
Zhuang Zhonghong was furious and was trying to catch up. The servant stopped him desperately and said: "Mr. Zhuang, if Mr. Shen knows about your behavior, I'm afraid he will be angry. Please calm down first. Father and daughter, what's the matter?"
Doesn’t it make sense?”
Zhuang Zhonghong gasped with anger. After hearing the servant's words, he calmed down a little. He looked at the situation in the villa, then at the servant who blocked him, turned around and left.
Zhuang Yibo stayed in her room for a long time. Seeing that it was past the latest time for her to go out, even the driver couldn't help but come in and ask. The servant could only go upstairs and knocked gently on Zhuang Yibo's room.
Door.
No one responded.
The servant could only open the door cautiously, but saw Zhuang Yibo sitting on the carpet at the end of the bed with his knees in his arms.
Her expression was very calm, as if she was just lost in thought, but her eyes were red, and the clear slap mark on her cheek was even more shocking.
The servant walked forward cautiously, knelt down and whispered: "Miss Zhuang, the driver asked me to come up and ask you if you are not going to Huo's house today?"
After a while, Zhuang Yibo said in a low voice: "I'm not going."
The servant responded softly, paused, and then said again: "Don't be sad. It is inevitable for father and daughter to have a conflict. When Mr. Zhuang calms down, you can have a good chat and the matter will be over.
Yes. How can there be any overnight feud between parents and children?"
Hearing these words, Zhuang Yibo seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then she curled her lips as if she wanted to laugh, but before she could laugh, tears fell down.
There is some hatred between parents and children, and it’s not just about one night?
But she didn't say anything. As soon as the tears fell, she quickly raised her hand to wipe them away. Then she raised her head again and looked at the servant and said, "Thank you, I'm fine."
"Then take a rest." The servant said, "Would you like to take a nap?"
Zhuang Yibo shook his head slowly, paused, and then said: "You said you wanted to make dumplings at noon. I want to learn how to make dumplings. Is that okay?"
"Of course." The servant said quickly, "Come on, let's talk and do it at the same time. It's fun, isn't it?"
Zhuang Yibo stood up, walked into the bathroom, washed his face, sent another message to Mu Qian, and soon followed the servant downstairs.
She knew nothing about making dumplings. Let alone making them herself, she had never even seen others making them. Therefore, she mostly just sat by the side, watching the servant's movements absentmindedly while listening to the servant's movements.
Talking about all kinds of gossip.
In fact, she didn't hear much in the end, but when the servant talked about all kinds of ridiculous farces at a distant relative's house, she still laughed cooperatively.
At this moment, Shen Wangjin just pushed the door open and walked in.
When he saw the man sitting next to the dining table, who showed a rare smile, the corners of Shen Wangjin's lips curled up involuntarily, and he slowly stepped forward and said, "What are you talking about so happily?"
Zhuang Yibo didn't expect that he would come back suddenly. He was startled for a moment, but soon returned to normal.
The servant hurriedly said: "Miss Zhuang is very happy to hear about some family affairs."
"Really?" Shen Wangjin glanced at Zhuang Yibo again, glanced at her fingertips stained with flour, and said, "Are you learning to make dumplings?"
Zhuang Yibo wiped the powder on his fingertips and just whispered: "I can't learn."
"What can't you learn?" Shen Wangjin said, "With your hands, you can play such difficult piano music. What's the point of just one or two dumplings? Wait, I'll change my clothes and wash my hands to teach you."
After saying this, he turned around and walked upstairs.
Zhuang Yibo was still stunned, but the servant asked curiously: "Mr. Shen actually knows how to make dumplings?"
How could Zhuang Yibo know, so he didn't answer, but after staring at her expression for a moment, the servant chuckled and said, "Miss Zhuang, please smile more. You didn't see it. Mr. Shen came in just now and saw it."
How happy you are when you laugh. I have been here for a while and I have never seen him smile like that. Let’s put those unhappy things aside for now and stop thinking about them. Who doesn’t want to be happy in life?
Live happily. If you are happy, Mr. Shen will also be happy. How wonderful is this."
Zhuang Yibo gently wiped his fingertips with a tissue. When he heard what the servant said, the movements of his hands paused involuntarily for a moment.