"A child speaks without restraint, what does he know, but it's just a casual sentence, and it can't be taken seriously."
Seeing that Tang Mi seemed to be looking at Zhuo Yarong with hesitation, the old lady immediately understood that she was afraid that Yarong would blame her.
She hugged Xiao Feifei in her arms, and said to the juniors around: "Listen, all of you, you must not discipline your children too strictly. Especially boys, you must be aggressive. Like teaching a girl, whoever keeps his hands and feet tied, will be Jia Baoyu in the Red Mansion in the future, worthless! Ya Rong, don’t you think so?”
Zhuo Yarong was called by the old lady, even though she felt a little uncomfortable, she knew that the old lady was right.
It is indeed a child's speech without taboo, and there is no need to care about it with children.
Zhuo Yarong smiled and ambiguously dismissed the matter, seeing that she was fine, the others were naturally fine.
After a while, it was a happy place again, talking, laughing and laughing.
Only Zhuo Yunfei, nestled in the old lady's arms, secretly winked at Tang Mi.
Hee hee, he knew that it would be too easy to bully his little nephew who had always been dumb and could not speak.
Zhuo Yunfei hugged the old lady, recalling what Tang Mi said to him last night.
In the little head of the melon, there were bursts of complacency.
Hmph, I hate that little nephew Lu Qilin the most.
Obviously younger than him and a little mute, just because he is a little older than him, he always puts on a condescending and arrogant look.
As if, the whole world is not as good as him.
Zhuo Yunfei was also a little emperor who was spoiled by his family, and had long had objections to Lu Qilin.
This time, with sister Mimi's instigation, she even intensified her desire to dampen Lu Qilin's spirit in front of adults.
On the other side, Song Xiulan walked out of the private room, instead of going along the magnificent corridor towards the bathroom, instead, she walked along the corridor and walked out.
She wasn't telling the truth just now.
Lu Qilin did ask her for directions, but it wasn't about where the bathroom was.
Instead, he asked her if the door was in the direction to the left after going out.
At that time, Song Xiulan was busy trying to curry favor with the old lady, so she responded casually.
I didn't dare to say it inside just now, for fear of offending my aunt and old lady, but now that I think about it, Lu Qilin should have gone in the direction of the door.
Song Xiulan didn't know what the kid was doing at the door, but she knew 100% that he was not used to the hustle and bustle of the room.
"Sigh, a motherless child is like a grass. Never mind how Tang Xinluo was favored in the past, now that she's gone, even Lu Qilin has no one to protect her. I can't imitate Tang Xinluo in the future, and I absolutely can't leave the two children alone."
Song Xiulan knew that the Zhuo family didn't like her, so she used Tang Xinluo's incident to cheer herself up.
Forbearance is temporary, and you must not leave Zhuo Mingjin in your will.
At that time, if she is gone, the two children she gave birth to will probably be squeezed out even worse by the eccentric Zhuo family, Tang Ruolan, and Tang Mi's mother and daughter.
As she thought, she had already walked into Jingtai's magnificent hall.
The high-ceilinged space sets off the resplendent hall, making it even more luxurious.
Song Xiulan habitually looked in the direction of the door, just in time to see a man in a black tailored suit, holding a woman in a light yellow dress on his arm, passing through the hall door and stepping into the lobby.
The woman was holding a little boy by her hand.
That figure, who else could it be if it wasn't Lu Qilin!