Immediately afterwards, the right son's screams came from the living room one after another.
"Teacher Nian and I have asked for leave. You don't have to go there in the afternoon."
Nangong also looked at the grinning right son, put down the cotton wool and potion in his hand, and stood up.
"By the way, put those away, I ordered takeout."
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It was already night when I opened my eyes. Youer didn't wake up naturally, but was awakened by the huge noise coming from outside.
What the heck does Bingshan want to do? You'er was about to get angry, but heard another voice. Apparently, there was someone else besides Bingshan.
"You can't imitate Xu'er. Look at what you do every day."
A mature male voice with great anger.
The door opened a small crack, and you stuck your head out, but you were too smart to go out.
He is a middle-aged man in his 40s, wearing a gray suit, with eyebrows similar to Nangong Yi's, but the man has become slightly stout, and his face cannot hide the vicissitudes of life and wrinkles.
Nangong Yi was leaning on the sofa carelessly, playing with a fruit knife in his hand. Because her back was to her right son, she couldn't see his expression.
"Hello Nangong Xu, just think of him as your only son. Why are you still taking care of me? Besides, I can do whatever I want! I don't need you to take care of me."
Nangong Yi's cold voice sounded, with a disdain and aloofness that made people mad.
"Nangong Yi, you are still my son, Nangong Tian. Even if you are a waste, I will not let you disgrace the Nangong family."
Nangong Tian smiled slightly and looked at Nangong Yi calmly. He was just a waste and not worthy of his anger.
"Am I your son? Nangongtian, I am your chess piece! Use it if you can. If not, you can throw it away at any time."
Nangong also snorted coldly, but never raised his head.
"As long as you know, I can give you everything, and I can destroy everything you have now. These are just a matter of raising my hand."
Nangong Tian smiled with a treacherous expression, and his expression did not look like he was talking to his own son.
You'er was shocked, trash, chess piece, is this Bingshan's father? How could he spit out such vicious and hurtful words so easily and carelessly, and his heart hurt. Is this the way Bingshan has always lived?
No one feels sorry for him, no one protects him, even his closest relatives treat him like this.