Considering that Jiang Zhihao would arrive soon, Zhong Wenxing did not dare to challenge him again, so as not to make Shao Hailan even more angry and take it out on him.
The two returned home and tidied up the house. Shao Hailan was still thinking about what dumplings to make when someone knocked on the door. Faintly, the voice of the little girl Lingling could be heard.
"Grandma! Open the door!"
"Is it Lingling's voice?" Shao Hailan asked with some confusion, thinking that he heard wrongly.
Zhong Wenxing felt panicked and said quickly: "I'll go take a look."
After that, he went over and opened the door. Lingling, who was standing at the door, looked up at him and shouted with a smile: "Grandpa, good evening."
The little girl's cute appearance and warm childish voice made Zhong Wenxing feel pity for her.
No matter how his daughter is married, the child is innocent and he still likes Lingling very much. But in the past, due to Jiang Zhihao's relationship, he couldn't bear to see the child.
Now that Lingling came on her own initiative, Zhong Wenxing immediately showed a smile: "Isn't this the eldest granddaughter? Come, grandpa, give her a hug."
"Who is here?" Shao Hailan shouted from inside the room while looking outside.
"It's Weiwei and Lingling." Zhong Wenxing quickly replied.
Zhong Jiawei walked in and shouted to Shao Hailan: "Mom."
Seeing her, Shao Hailan was slightly startled, then snorted and said: "You still know that I am a mother, and you don't know to come back to see..."
Before he finished speaking, Shao Hailan saw Jiang Zhihao coming in right after him.
Jiang Zhihao held two bags full of vegetables in his hands and shouted: "Mom, I'm here too."
When she saw him, the broom in Shao Hailan's hand almost flew over, and her face instantly turned gloomy: "Who let you in? Get out!"
Not long after being laughed at by his surname Sun, he saw his most hated son-in-law, which made Shao Hailan feel very unlucky.
How could Jiang Zhihao leave just because of her words? On the contrary, Zhong Jiawei looked at her husband nervously, fearing that he would cause a bigger conflict with her mother in anger.
"Mom, all your mistakes are my fault. You can beat you if you want, scold you if you want, and I will bear it." Jiang Zhihao said.
"Do you think I dare not hit you?" Shao Hailan came over angrily, carrying a broom.
Zhong Jiawei subconsciously wanted to block the front, but was pulled back by Jiang Zhihao. When Shao Hailan raised the broom in his hand, Jiang Zhihao said again: "But if you hit me in front of Lingling, it will easily have a psychological impact on the child.
.You also know that today’s children are spoiled and spoiled. If they have psychological shadow, they can easily develop a withdrawn character. Then it will be troublesome if they develop autism or something."
"You are autistic! Your whole family is autistic! A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!" Shao Hailan scolded, but did not actually pull out the broom.
Because she saw Lingling's unhappy expression and knew that it was indeed a bit shameful to fight in front of the children.
At this time, Jiang Zhihao said again: "Weiwei and Lingling picked these dishes for you. If you don't want them, it will cause trouble to them. As for me, I bought two bottles of wine for Dad. Dad, these two bottles
Wine for you."
With that said, Jiang Zhihao handed over the wine in another bag.
Zhong Wenxing took it subconsciously, but before he could speak, he was slapped on the back of the head by Shao Hailan: "Have you never drunk before?"
Zhong Wenxing's face was filled with grievances, but he did not dare to say anything. He focused more of his attention on Jiang Zhihao.