The Ideal Son-in-Law

Chapter 633: Poor parents in the world

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Just outside the door, Xiangyang Earl Zhang Qiong's face turned pale and blue.

Although he didn't hear his son complaining just now, and thought that his moaning was just a pretense, but now he knew that the big guy was not complaining about anything else, but about the servants in the mansion treating him badly! Just as Zhang Shou said, a son is a son, and a servant is a servant. Moreover, Zhang Wuji must not be complaining about the capable manager, but the servants!

And Zhang Shou even said that he would apologize to him... How could he have the face to ask Zhang Shou to apologize to him? Even if it was the father's fault if the son was not well educated, and the teacher's laziness if the child was not well taught, it was the father's responsibility first, and then the teacher's responsibility. Zhang Shou didn't teach his son to beat the drum to report the incident, right? In the end, his son was raised with resentment by him. If he didn't resolve it, it might bring disaster to the family in the future!

Song Juren and Deng Xiaodai, who were standing behind, saw that Xiangyang Bo Zhang Qiong was standing at the door and shaking his head repeatedly. They were a little unsure whether he had heard the conversation between Zhang Shou and Zhang Dakuai and had some grudges in his heart. Deng Xiaodai wanted to remind him, but Song Juren got ahead of him and asked loudly, "Xiangyang Bo, is this your son's residence?"

What you are saying is complete nonsense. If you want to remind my son and Zhang Shou inside, can't you say something smarter

Zhang Qiong, the Earl of Xiangyang, glared at Mr. Song. If this guy hadn't been so lucky and famous, and was about to become the son-in-law of the King of Jiangdu, he wouldn't have bothered to care about this idle man. But at this moment, he saw Mr. Song scratching his head and showing him a stupid smile, and he felt that he looked a bit like his big son.

They are all brave and brave, and they are all reckless. The difference is that this lucky guy has succeeded, while his foolish son who is only reckless has not found a way out. In fact, wasn't he the same when he was young? Therefore, his title is not as good as that of his elder brother, nor as good as that of his third brother, and his literary talent and military strategy are even worse. His only advantage is...

He has many sons, five in total. The oldest one is quite outstanding, but the youngest one is still crawling on the ground!

But now Zhang Qiong heard what Zhang Shou said to his useless big son, he felt that he was really not good at teaching his son. He took a deep breath, and without looking at Song Juren and Deng Xiaodai, he pushed the door open and walked in. He saw that the big guy was so panicked that he bent over and seemed to struggle to get out of bed, but was pushed back by Zhang Shou. He snorted with a fierce face.

"What are you trying to do! Just lie down quietly until your wound is healed!"

Growing up, Zhang Dakuo had been beaten countless times, his father had never visited him, and no one even sent him medicine for his injuries. It was only his stepmother who was fair and at least provided him with food, clothing, and medicine. Otherwise, he didn't know how he had survived these seventeen years. But after his stepmother passed away, a favored concubine took charge of the household affairs, and his life became difficult.

At this moment, he found that although Zhang Qiong's attitude was still cold, the implication was that she knew his injury had not yet healed, so he hesitated for a moment and finally continued to lie on the bed.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Master Zhang. This is how it is with a big family and a big business. Where I can't take care of, there are villains who curry favor with the powerful." Zhang Qiong simply made his attitude very clear. Seeing that Zhang Shou was still smiling, his son, who was lying on the ground, turned his head to look at him in shock, and the movement was so big that it seemed like his neck was about to break.