When Mr. Tang entered the door, he happened to hear Tang Nianyun's words.
Mom, Dad, and Uncle Chen?
In Mr. Tang’s memory, their old driver’s surname was Chen.
So the man named Chen was really nice to Tang Nianyun.
He is really stupid. In the past, he only thought that Tang Nianyun was the one who attracted people, but now, it seems that there is no reason why he likes him.
If it wasn't her own daughter, who would love her so much?
He is the only one who is like a fool and is actually happy that outsiders love his daughter.
Speaking of which, he is an outsider. He has been helping others raise their daughters for so many years.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Mr. Tang stood there, his shoulders even shaking.
He didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he walked in, but when he saw Tang Nianyun's face, he was furious.
"Dad, you're back. I'm so pitiful today. I was killed by that bitch Tang Kexin." Tang Nianyun said, took the initiative to walk over, held Mr. Tang's hand, sobbed twice, and said pitifully:
"She doesn't know what she said to Mama Fang. She treats me as an enemy. What should I do in the future?"
In the past, when Mr. Tang heard Tang Nianyun act coquettishly and ask for help, he would feel a lot of pity and wanted to help his daughter handle everything.
But now he couldn't. Looking at such a face again, he wished he could give himself a slap in the face to wake himself up.
What is he thinking about?
How could he be so stupid!
"Tang Nianyun, did you call the wrong person?" Mr. Tang tried his best to suppress his anger and asked as calmly as possible.
Tang Nianyun was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Mr. Tang and asked incomprehensibly: "Dad, you...what are you talking about? Why did I call the wrong person?"
Mr. Tang snorted, took a deep look at Tang Nianyun, and sneered: "No need to pretend anymore. You are not my daughter at all."
"Ah?" Tang Nianyun was startled, and her legs even became weak. She staggered to the sofa, sat there softly, and looked at her mother, "What on earth are daddy talking about?"
Mrs. Tang's expression did not change, but she said with confusion, "Husband, what are you talking about? If Nianyun doesn't call you dad, do you still want to call someone else dad?"
Mr. Tang's eyes were cold and he said with a smile: "What else? Shouldn't I call the father named Chen?"
These words startled Mrs. Tang. She turned pale and covered her face, "Husband, what are you talking about? I am your woman, and I have never betrayed you."
"Huh, have you ever betrayed me? You know it yourself." Mr. Tang raised his voice.
Mrs. Tang already understood at this moment that some things could no longer be hidden, but she was unwilling to do so and still had to pretend.
I saw a middle-aged and charming woman sitting on the ground, her face was pale, tears were streaming down her face, and she was crying miserably. She said: "I have been with you for so many years, how can you slander me with such a thing? Tang Kenian,
Don’t you know how I treat you? How can you doubt our treatment of our children?”
"Humph, I doubt it? See for yourself whether Tang Nianyun looks like me!" Mr. Tang stared at Tang Nianyun.
He used to feel that his daughter didn't look much like him, but he always comforted himself by saying, it doesn't matter. Although his daughter doesn't look like him, she can still think of her grandmother's family.
But now that she thinks about it, she doesn't think about people like her grandmother at all.