Qiao Zhishu hurried over in a hurry, her hair was not dry yet.
Chen Ying's face became even paler, "Yes."
"Borrow it."
The servant standing by the side quickly found a hair dryer and came over.
Xing Huo looked at the clock on the wall again, "It stands to reason that all the things that need to be moved have been moved. Why did mom come here suddenly this late at night?"
Chen Ying heard that his tone was not kind, so she had the courage to use it against Qiao Zhishu.
She was like a lost ball at the moment. Mrs. Chen was afraid that she would say the wrong thing, so she hurriedly stepped forward to explain.
"It seems that he came back to look for something. He said that he had sorted out the luggage he had moved there, but he didn't see anything..."
The servant came over, plugged in the plug for Xing Huo, and then handed over the hair dryer.
Several people stood on the edge, but no one took a seat.
Qiao Zhishu felt awkward and wanted to stand up, but Xing Huo held his shoulders and said, "Don't move."
He felt very at ease, as if he was the master of this home.
Xing Huo looked expressionless and glanced at Mr. Chen.
"Uncle Chen."
He opened his mouth without calling 'Dad' at all. "Is this true?"
Mr. Chen's face drooped, thinking about how to make this lie more perfect.
"Yes, you said we would all welcome her back, but if we had called in advance, we wouldn't have..."
"boom--"
The sound of the hair dryer drowned out all Mr. Chen's words.
Cover up all his sophistry and lies.
Xing Huo moved gently and blew Qiao Zhishu's hair. She was sitting in the car just now. Her hair was half dry and her nose was a little blocked.
The man's fingers ran through her hair, and the warm wind blew on Qiao Zhishu's face, which was warm and soothing.
This scene fell into Chen Ying's eyes, and she was so jealous that she almost went crazy.
Mr. Chen felt very embarrassed midway through his words.
The whole family was left hanging here, watching how he blew Qiao Zhishu's hair.
Small tears gathered in Chen Ying's eyes, and Mrs. Chen asked her to hold them back.
Qiao Zhishu touched the tip of his hair and said, "It's almost done."
Xing Huo then put away the hair dryer, seemingly carelessly, but in fact, there was a chill in every sentence.
"Isn't that dog from before a cripple? Where did it get its strength?"
It seemed that he didn't listen to those explanations at all.
Mrs. Chen had no choice but to repeat, "I bought a new Border Collie at home and it's still alive."
"Don't keep a dog that has bitten someone. Once it has tasted blood, it may even bite your own people in the future."
Chen Ying's heart was almost broken.
She couldn't help clenching her fists, "That dog is very popular with me. I keep it like a baby. You can't just operate on it just because some people don't have eyes, right?"
Xing Huo put the hair dryer on the coffee table and looked at it lazily when he stood up.
"Then what do you think we should do? If it bites someone, we can't let it go like this, right?"
Chen Ying heard his tone, was he questioning her?
The last hope she had in her heart was shattered by him.
Xing Huo really doesn’t miss old friendship at all.
"Brother Huo, there's a reason for everything. Besides, it's a dog."
"Chen Ying."
, its fate may be worse than that of your previous puppy."
Chen Ying sniffed slightly, "Then what do you want to do?"
"I give you two choices, either get rid of it, or pull out its teeth. It's your choice."