As soon as she opened the door, Lin Zhi stood in the light with her coat wrapped around her coat. Only then did she realize that the English teacher was not there. Zhouzhou was running around the room with a small plane, and the nanny was chasing him.

"Yanzhou!" Lin Zhi was furious, "Stop!"

"Hmm." Zhouzhou was still afraid of his mother. He hugged the little plane and stood in a corner far away from Lin Zhi, not daring to say anything, and his clothes were wrinkled.

Lin Zhi was so angry that he coughed: "Yanzhou! Where is the teacher?"

The little guy still didn't speak, just lowered his head.

The nanny had no choice but to come over and explain: "Miss Lin, Mr. Yan asked the teacher to go back first. Maybe Young Master Zhouzhou is tired from studying and wants him to take a rest. Miss Lin, don't be angry. Normally, Young Master Zhouzhou is very serious."

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When she heard that it was Yan Jia who asked the teacher to go back, Lin Zhi became even more angry. Her chest was heaving with anger and her face became paler.

How should she explain to Zhouzhou so that the little guy knows that Yan Jia will not do anything good for him.

Yan Jia wants to destroy Zhouzhou.

Lin Zhi was not in good health today. When he thought about these things, he had no energy to teach Zhou Zhou any more and just stared at the child in the corner in front.

Her eyes were red, and there were crystal tears in her eyes.

For some reason, at this moment, she didn't know what to do. She just looked at Zhouzhou, who was born in her tenth month of pregnancy, without saying a word.

The nanny didn't dare to speak either.

The atmosphere suddenly became very cold.

Zhouzhou lowered his head. When he accidentally looked up and saw his mother's eyes, he felt sad again.

It seems he did something wrong again.

His mother told him before that he should work harder than others.

However, he also wanted to play.

The children were holding on to the small plane and huddled in the corner.

After a long while, Lin Zhi choked up and said, "Forget it."

She turned around and left the small study, walking towards the dark place where there was no one under the light.

As soon as she reached the dark place, her tears couldn't help but flow down. The woman covered her mouth and cried loudly, her hair was all stained with tears.

The coat fell to the ground at some point, and she didn't feel cold at all. She only felt that the area around her heart was colder than ice, and her limbs could no longer detect the temperature.

She squatted on the ground and kept crying, surrounded by her suppressed and restrained cries.

Yan Jia didn't see Lin Zhi when he came back from the phone call. He went downstairs and asked around, and finally came to Zhouzhou.

Zhouzhou was sitting obediently in front of a small desk reading an English textbook, and the dim light shone on his white and tender little face.

Seeing Yan Jia coming over, he blinked and called: "Second Uncle."

"You're so good. Why are you reading again? Didn't I let you play for a while? Why are you so serious?"

"If Zhouzhou doesn't study, mother will be unhappy."

"You don't care whether she's happy or not. You can play if you want. You don't have to care what she thinks. What's the use of reading? You don't lack anything."

"No." Zhouzhou didn't know how to explain it to his second uncle, but when he thought of his mother's behavior just now, he lowered his head and started reading the words.

Yan Jia sneered and asked, "Where is your mother?"

"Mom is so rough."

"Where are you going?"

The nanny responded: "Mr. Yan, Miss Lin just left here, we didn't know."

Yan Jia turned around and chased after him.

Finally, following the sound, he saw a woman crying with trembling shoulders in a dark corner not far from the garage.
Chapter completed!