Hua Zhao didn't even look back, ignored them at all, turned around and walked out.
The Liu family wanted to stop him, but looked at the bodyguards behind Hua Zhao and didn't dare to move.
Hua Zhao is no longer the helpless little flower in Guoshantun who was bullied by others.
No, they didn't bully others at that time, but were beaten badly.
Liu Cong touched the back of his hand, and it felt like it was broken again.
Dawei pedaled his bicycle back with sweat on his forehead, and met Hua Zhao's car halfway.
He braked suddenly and stopped.
Hua Zhao also stopped, rolled down the window, and looked at Dawei with a smile.
Dawei's face turned red with embarrassment.
"sister...."
He was a little afraid to look at Hua Zhao because his sudden filial piety had caused him so much trouble.
"It's nothing, this is also a kind of experience, just practice hard." Hua Zhao said.
"But, I'm so sad." Dawei said bluntly: "Those are my grandparents and biological father after all. I can't beat or scold them, nor can I drive them away, otherwise they will definitely fall at the door and refuse to leave, making the neighbors laugh.
"
"Don't ask me, it's easy to ask gods but hard to send them away. If you cause it yourself, you can solve it yourself." Hua Zhao said with a smile.
Dawei grimaced.
Hua Zhao smiled and waved goodbye to him and went home~
Leaving Shi Yang behind to help him take care of the house is her greatest help.
He is his biological father and grandfather, he can handle it himself.
With a grimace on his face, Dawei pedaled back home.
In the yard, grandparents were begging Shi Yang to open the kitchen door because they wanted to eat.
They haven't eaten since they left home.
It's really miserable.
This is also the reason why Hua Zhao doesn't deal with them.
It's all so miserable, there's really no place to start.
These people were like bubbles that would break when poked. She didn't dare touch them.
Dawei took out the key, opened the kitchen door, cooked for several people with his own hands, and then went to clean up his and Xiaowei's rooms.
Take out all the valuables inside and put them in mom's room.
Watch him working back and forth.
Liu Cong called his wife to come over and help.
Dawei blocked his hand: "You don't need to, just rest."
Liu Cong licked his face and smiled: "We are all brothers, why are you so polite! If you have any work in the future, tell your brother, and he will do it for you!"
As he spoke, he looked at the box in Dawei's hand. It was made of wood, very delicate, carved and locked. It looked like an old object. It was valuable!
Nowadays, there are people who specialize in collecting antiques in the streets. His grandmother even bought two pickle jars at home for 5 yuan.
It was at that time that he began to study under a teacher, and went to the countryside with others to "shovel land", collect some old objects, and then sell them to antique dealers.
The time to get started is short, only a few months, and I haven’t learned any serious antique knowledge until now.
But sometimes you can actually tell whether something is good or not by looking at it.
The wood of this box is shiny and the carvings are exquisite. It makes people like it at first sight. It must have been used by rich people in the past, and rich people use good things.
Liu Cong's eyes suddenly became hot.
"Dawei, where did you buy this box?" Liu Cong asked.
He even wanted to ask how much it cost.
But you can't mention "money" now. It's too sensitive and hurts your feelings~
Dawei also took a look at the box in his hand. His sister heard that he was looking for a box to put valuable things in, so she asked him to go to the warehouse to pick it out.
When he was choosing, he only looked at whether the size was what he wanted, and nothing else.
I can’t look at it. If you look carefully, you’ll be spoiled for choice, because all of Hua Zhaona’s boxes are beautiful!