A loud cry suddenly rang out, and everyone looked at it.

Xiao Hao covered his face and squatted on the ground crying, while Lu Jingchi was still playing with the toy gun calmly.

His eyebrows were indifferent, as if he didn't see Xiao Hao crying. His attention was all on the toy gun in his hand, and he almost didn't tell others that he was the one who made Xiao Hao cry with the gun.

When Jiang Lan saw this, he subconsciously clenched his sleeves and his heart beat faster.

Lu Xiyun and Xu Yuan were the first to rush over. Lu Xiyun picked up Xiao Hao and frantically checked the injuries on Xiao Hao's face.

"Xiao Hao, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Hao cried so hard that he was out of breath. The corners of his eyes were red. He was young and had tender skin. When he cried, his whole face turned red, so the redness in the corners of his eyes was not that obvious.

Only the sunken flesh at the end of his eyes made Lu Xiyun furious.

She glared at Lu Jingchi, "Lu Jingchi, what do you mean?"

Lu Jingchi then moved his eyes to her face and said in a casual tone: "Plastic bullets don't hurt."

"you......"

He used Lu Xiyun's gun to block her, until she was speechless, and her anger was stuck in her throat.

Lu Jingchi glanced at her indifferently, with his cold and distant eyebrows, as if he was looking down on all living beings, and said, "How about you give it a try?"

"Lu Jingchi, don't go too far!" Lu Xiyun stood up and said angrily: "You are thirty years old, and you are arguing with a seven-year-old child. What kind of man are you?"

"Sister, please don't speak so harshly. When did I start worrying about everything? It's you. It's just a plastic bullet, but you are so angry at it. Who is worrying about it?"

Lu Xiyun was so angry that she almost fainted on the spot. She couldn't defeat Lu Jingchi, let alone beat him. This cowardly anger made her suffocate.

At this time, Pei Qingsheng came over. He leaned over and looked into Xiao Hao's eyes, and then said, "It's really not serious. Sister, I think let it go."

Lu Xiyun glared at him, wondering what kind of big-tailed wolf his son-in-law was here, but he didn't want to completely offend Lu Wanrou.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and snorted coldly: "Forget it, you are outnumbered and I can't defeat you. I shouldn't have come today."

Lu Xiyun hugged the crying Xiaohao and came to Lu Shengwen, "Dad, please don't call me at such gatherings in the future. I can't reach you. Let's leave first."

Lu Shengwen's face was ashen, and before he could speak, Lu Xiyun hugged Xiao Hao and left.

Mrs. Lu sighed, "Why is this kid Xiyun so angry?"

Lu Shengwen glanced at her, suddenly stood up and went upstairs, not wanting to pay attention to this group of people singing anymore.

"Qing Sheng, go back to bed!" Lu Wanrou, who had never interfered, spoke with a stern face. She was already panicking after hearing what the servant said.

Now that Pei Qingsheng was speaking openly and openly for Jiang Lan, the seeds of doubt in her heart grew wildly again.

Even though Pei Qingsheng was just a door-to-door son-in-law, Lu Wanrou didn't dare to pressure him. He was like the wind, too misty to be caught.

Lu Wanrou often had the illusion that he would leave her at any time.

After being married for more than two years, she didn't know him at all.

He has such a good temper that it feels like he doesn't care about anything and doesn't care about losing. This kind of uncontrollable person makes Lu Wanrou live in fear every day.

Pei Qingsheng nodded slightly, walked towards Lu Wanrou, and went upstairs with her.

When passing by Jiang Lan, Jiang Lan raised her head and glanced at him, and happened to meet his meaningful eyes.

Before Jiang Lan could react, Pei Qingsheng had already looked away, as if the exchange of glances just now was just her illusion.

Mrs. Lu asked Lu Jingchi if he wanted to live here, and Lu Jingchi refused without hesitation.

He threw the toy gun into the trash can, but the toy gun was too long and knocked the trash can over.
Chapter completed!