Zhuo Mingjin was afraid that if Zhuo Yunfei continued to cry like this, it would have a bad effect.
I can only bite the bullet and go up to coax people.
"Feifei, get up quickly. You are a man, no man would sit on the ground and cry."
"Wow - I can't get up, I'm not a man, I'm a little emperor! I'm a little emperor!"
Zhuo Mingjin was speechless. He didn't know who instilled these words in the child.
Now, he wished he could find a rag to gag Zhuo Yunfei's mouth.
"Feifei, even the little emperor is a boy. As long as he is a boy, he can't cry like this..."
Zhuo Mingjin persuaded again, and wanted to drag the child up from the ground.
But Zhuo Yunfei's crying skills for making jokes and jokes was practiced since he was a child.
No matter how much Zhuo Mingjin dragged him, the clothes on his body were almost torn, and the child couldn't even drag him up.
Xin Luo watched coldly from the sidelines, and her impression of Zhuo Yunfei and his 'parents' got even worse.
Just when the scene was in full swing, a gentle and anxious voice came from the crowd.
"Feifei, where is Feifei? Is Feifei crying?"
Zhuo Yunfei, who was still splashing on the ground, immediately bounced when he heard the sound.
"Auntie! Auntie! Feifei is here. Feifei was bullied. Auntie will avenge Feifei!"
After Zhuo Yunfei got up, he immediately ran to the legs of the lady who walked out of the crowd.
As soon as he threw himself into the arms of the noble lady, he cried until tears and snot mixed together.
The elegantly dressed lady saw her beloved little nephew crying like this.
Regardless of the expensive dress she was wearing, she directly picked up her little nephew and held her in her arms to comfort her.
"Oh, Feifei don't cry, aunt is here... tell aunt, it is some blind person who bullied you, aunt will help you avenge."
That's what Xiongzi was waiting for, with a face like a crying cat, he turned his head to look at Xinluo.
Pointing, "It's her! It's her who bullied me!"
The beautiful woman holding Zhuo Yunfei looked in the direction of his finger...
Moments later, she slipped her hands, and the brat in her arms fell to the ground.
"Wow... Feifei hurts!"
In a lounge above the banquet hall.
Xin Luo and Zhuo Yarong sat facing each other.
She never thought that she would run into Zhuo Yarong here.
After all, beforehand, everyone thought that Zhuo Yarong was still in Qinglong Temple.
Even Lu Yuchen and Lu Jiu didn't know that Madam would appear here.
Facing this ex-mother-in-law who loved her and loved her.
Even Xin Luo, who has experienced four years of experience, doesn't know how to face her at this moment.
In the end, it was Zhuo Yarong who broke the silence.
"Xinluo, how have you been doing these four years?"
"I... everything is fine."
"Really? Just live well."
Zhuo Yarong looked at her with complicated eyes, "Three years ago, Yuchen announced your death to the public, and the only people who knew the truth were Lu Qi, Meng Ze, Zhang Ma and me, and there was no one else. "
Xin Luo understood that this was Zhuo Yarong explaining to her why the Zhuo family didn't know her.
It's not that they don't know her face.
They just believed that the explosion three years ago was real.
Xin Luo nodded lightly, "Mom, I understand."
"No, you don't understand."
Xinluo was stunned, and raised her eyes to look at Zhuo Yarong.
Immediately afterwards, she heard Zhuo Yarong say, "Tang Xinluo is dead, so you should call me Mrs. Lu."
Xinluo: ...