"Fei Fei wouldn't be like that. Fei Fei knows the way. He's not like my nephew You You, who gets lost even when he goes to the bathroom."
"Fei Fei, what are you talking about! Youyou is the junior, you are not allowed to say that--" Tang Mi pretended to be angry and wanted to teach Zhuo Yunfei a lesson, but was stopped by the old aunt.
"Children speak without restraint. What does he know? It's just a casual remark. Don't take it seriously."
When the old lady saw Tang Mi looking at Zhuo Yarong with hesitation, she immediately understood that she was afraid that Yarong would blame her.
She held little Feifei in her arms and said to the younger generations around her, "Listen, everyone. When you raise a child, you must not be too strict with him. Boys, in particular, must have drive. If you discipline them like you do with girls, they will end up like Jia Baoyu in the Red Mansion, with no future! Yarong, don't you agree?"
Zhuo Yarong felt a little uncomfortable when the old lady named her, but she knew that the old lady was right.
It is true that children say nothing, so there is no need to argue with them.
Zhuo Yarong smiled and glossed over the matter. Seeing that she was fine, the others would naturally be fine too.
Soon, the place was full of joy again, with everyone talking and laughing.
Only Zhuo Yunfei, nestled in the old lady's arms, secretly winked at Tang Mi.
Hehehe, he knew that it was too easy to bully his little nephew who had always been dumb and unable to speak.
Zhuo Yunfei hugged the old lady and recalled what Tang Mi said to him last night.
Waves of pride rose in the little head.
Humph, I hate that little nephew Lu Qilin the most.
Although he is younger than him and is a little mute, he always acts condescendingly and arrogantly by relying on his slightly older age.
It’s as if no one in the whole world is better than him.
Zhuo Yunfei was also a little emperor who was brought up in pampered condition at home, and he had long had a grudge against Lu Qilin.
This time, with the instigation of sister Mimi, she was even more determined to dampen Lu Qilin's enthusiasm in front of the adults.
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On the other side, Song Xiulan walked out of the private room and did not go along the magnificent corridor towards the bathroom. Instead, she walked along the corridor and went out.
She wasn't actually telling the truth just now.
Lu Qilin did ask her for directions, but he didn't ask where the bathroom was.
Instead, ask her if the main door is on the left after going out.
Song Xiulan was busy currying favor with her aunt at that time, so she just responded casually.
I didn't dare to say anything inside just now, for fear of upsetting my aunt and old lady. Now that I think about it, Lu Qilin should have gone towards the door.
Song Xiulan didn't know why the child went to the door, but she knew that he was 100% not used to the hustle and bustle in the room.
"Alas, it's true that children without a mother are like weeds. No matter how favored Tang Xinluo was in the past, now that she's gone, even Lu Qilin has no one to protect him. I can't be like Tang Xinluo in the future and I definitely can't abandon my two children."
Song Xiulan knew that no one in the Zhuo family liked her, so she used Tang Xinluo's story to cheer herself up.
Be patient for a while, and never leave Zhuo Mingjin on impulse.
By then, if she was gone, her two children would probably be ostracized even more miserably by the biased Zhuo family and Tang Ruolan and Tang Mi, mother and daughter.
As she was thinking, she had already walked into the grand and majestic hall of Jingtai.
The high-ceilinged space makes the magnificent hall look even more luxurious.
Song Xiulan habitually looked towards the door and saw a man in a black custom-made suit, arm in arm with a woman in a light yellow dress, walking through the hall door and into the lobby.
The woman was holding a little boy.
Who else could that figure be but Lu Qilin! (To be continued)