Hearing this question, Zhuang Yibo was obviously silent for a moment before finally speaking: "I don't know."

"Don't you know?" Zhuang Zhonghong was obviously angry at this answer, "How come you don't know if you stay with him every day?"

"I really don't know." Zhuang Yibo said.

"You don't know, then you won't ask him?" Zhuang Zhonghong said, "How many times have I told you that you have asked you to test his attitude indirectly? Have you done that?"

"No."

Zhuang Zhonghong simply suspected that he had heard it wrong, stared at Zhuang Yibo and said, "What did you say?"

Zhuang Yibo's expression was still calm, "I don't understand what indirect striking means, so I haven't done it."

"Yibo!" Zhuang Zhonghong was indeed angry, "What do you mean? Are you saying these words to me?"

"Dad, I have no other meaning, I really can't do it-"

Bang!

Before Zhuang Yibo finished speaking, she was already slapped heavily on her face, making her head tilted, and her neck seemed to be twisted. She was stiff and she couldn't move any more.

"You did it on purpose, right?" Zhuang Zhonghong looked at her angrily and said, "You think you are now attached to the high branch of Shen Wangjin, and the dealer has become your burden, so you might as well ignore it and give us a look. Is it? Zhuang Yibo! Don't forget who raised you so old! Who trained you to what you are today! Do you do this now, are you worthy of the dealer? Are you worthy of me and your mother? Are you worthy of your dead sister?"

Zhuang Yibo felt his mind buzzing. Zhuang Zhonghong said a lot, but she didn't hear it clearly. But when Zhuang Zhonghong said the words "dead sister", the noise in her ear seemed to disappear suddenly, and only these words remained, and they bumped into it.

Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but reach out to cover her ears, but before she could recover, Zhuang Zhonghong had already grabbed her hand and continued to blame her heavily.

Until the servant in the house heard the sound and walked out, seeing this situation, he hurriedly came forward to try to persuade Zhuang Yibo to fight and protect him.

Taking advantage of the gap when she pulled Zhuang Zhonghong's hand away, Zhuang Yibo turned around and returned to the room, went upstairs and locked himself in the room.

Zhuang Zhonghong was angry and was trying to chase after him. The servant stopped him desperately and said, "Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Shen knows you, I'm afraid you will be angry - you calm down first, father and daughter, what's wrong with you?"

Zhuang Zhonghong was so angry that he was breathing. He heard the servant's words and calmed down a little. Looking at the situation in the villa, he looked at the servant who was blocking him, turned around and left.

Zhuang Yibo stayed in her room for a long time. Seeing that the latest time she was about to go out, even the driver couldn't help but come in and ask. The servant could only go upstairs and gently knock on Zhuang Yibo's door.

No one responded.

The servant could only carefully push open the door, 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 ecstatic, but her eyes were red, and a clear slap on her cheek was even more shocking.

The servant walked up carefully, squatted down and whispered: "Miss Zhuang, the driver asked me to come up and ask you, are you not going to the Huo family today?"

After a while, Zhuang Yibo spoke softly and said, "I won't go."

The servant responded softly, paused, and then said again: "Don't be sad. The father and daughter are in conflict for a while, and it is inevitable to fight. When Mr. Zhuang calms down, you can have a good chat and the matter will be over. How can there be any overnight revenge between parents and children?"

Hearing this sentence, Zhuang Yibo seemed to be stunned for a moment. Then, she curled the corners of her lips, as if she wanted to laugh, but before she could laugh, tears fell down first.

There is something between parents and children, but it is not just overnight?

But she didn't say anything. As soon as the tears fell, she quickly raised her hand to wipe it off. Then she raised her head and looked at the servant and said, "Thank you, I'm fine."

"Then you have a rest." said the servant, "Do you want to have a sleep?"

Zhuang Yibo slowly shook his head, paused, and then said, "You said you wanted to make dumplings at noon. I want to learn it, okay?"

"Of course," the servant said quickly, "Come on, let's do it while talking, it's lively, right?"

Zhuang Yibo stood up, walked into the bathroom to wash his face, sent another message to Mu Qian, and soon followed the servant downstairs.

She knew nothing about making dumplings. Not to mention hand-written by herself, she never even saw anyone else. Therefore, she almost just sat next to her, watching the servant's movements in a daze, and listening to the servant's nagging and telling all kinds of gossip.

In fact, in the end, she didn't listen much. She just laughed very well when the servant talked about various ridiculous farces in a distant relative's house.

At this moment, Shen Wangjin just pushed the door open and entered.

At first glance, when he saw someone sitting next to the dining table and smiling rarely, Shin Wangjin couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips and walked forward slowly and said, "What are you talking about so much?"

Zhuang Yibo didn't expect that he would come back suddenly. He was stunned for a moment and soon returned to normal.

The servant hurriedly said, "Miss Zhuang was so happy to hear about some family matters."

"Is that true?" Shen Wangjin looked at Zhuang Yibo again, glanced at her fingertips covered with flour, and said, "Are you learning to make dumplings?"

Zhuang Yibo wiped the powder from his fingertips and just whispered: "I can't learn it."

"What can I learn about this?" said Shin Wangjin. "You can play such a difficult piano piece with your hands. 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, and the servant said in a strange way: "Mr. Shen actually makes dumplings?"

Zhuang Yibo didn't know where, so he didn't answer. However, after staring at her expression for a moment, the servant chuckled and said, "Miss Zhuang smiled, you didn't see it. Mr. Shen came in just now and saw how happy you were when he smiled. I have been here for a while and have never seen him laugh like that - let's put those unhappy things aside for now, don't think about it anymore. In life, who doesn't want to live happily? If you are happy, Mr. Shen will be happy, so how great it is."
Chapter completed!