Chapter 213
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Yang Huiying came to the Tang house at three in the afternoon every day, and Ning Zhao's schedule was to take a nap until two in the afternoon. After that, she would get up and walk for an hour before going to the piano room to practice.
It just so happened that it coincided with Yang Huiying's time to teach Tang Qian, so the two didn't have much time to meet.
But one day, Yang Huiying deliberately came to the Tang house an hour early.
Gu Shengyin was taking a walk. Tang Zhongyi wasn't at home, and several servants of the Tang family followed behind her.
This was an order from the butler. They couldn't let Miss Ning stay alone.
Before Yang Huiying could reach Gu Shengyin, she was stopped by a middle-aged woman with a kind face.
Yang Huiying looked a little disapproving. This person called Zhao Zhao was clearly just living under someone else's roof. She was even worse than her. What right did she have to put on such airs?
But she said with a smile, "I had some misunderstandings with Miss Ning before. Today, I'm here to apologize."
The servant who had been sternly warned by the butler not to let strangers get close to Miss Ning was polite, but the meaning behind her words was not at all clear. "I'm sorry, Miss. Miss Ning likes to be alone."
Yang Huiying tried to persuade her, but she couldn't get close to Ning Zhao.
She left angrily.
She was interested in Tang Zhongyi, so she moved her thoughts to Ning Zhao.
Looking at Tang Zhongyi's appearance that day, it was obvious that he was very concerned about Ning Zhao. If she could get along well with Ning Zhao, Tang Zhongyi's opinion of her would change.
Unfortunately … She glared hatefully at the helpers standing not far behind Ning Zhao. These people were really old-fashioned.
In the next few days, Yang Huiying didn't give up, but in the end, she helplessly found that Ning Zhao's path didn't work at all. She was too well protected by the Tang family and there was no way to get close to her.
But Yang Huiying also confirmed her thoughts: Ning Zhao did have autistic tendencies.
She chatted with the servants and even deliberately raised her voice to attract her attention, but it was useless. Ning Zhao had been standing quietly by herself or walking forward. She didn't react to her or the servants at all.
Looking at Ning Zhao like this, Yang Huiying only felt a lot better. Look, so what if you have this proud beauty and outstanding talent? Not only that, you've even lost the most basic and most normal ability?
But on the other hand, she still felt that it was unfair. Why? For someone like Ning Zhao, even if she was in such a situation, even if she had lost her parents, she could still receive the meticulous care and love of the Tang family.
At the very least, she had always been a carefree young lady, unlike herself, who had to work hard for herself and her life at such a young age.
On this day, Tang Zhongyi came back from work. Just as he entered the door, he met Yang Huiying.
He looked straight ahead and was about to leave when he heard Yang Huiying shout behind him, "Mr. Tang."
Tang Zhongyi turned his head. What was this woman trying to do?
Yang Huiying glanced at Tang Zhongyi. She felt that after not seeing him for a few days, this man seemed to be even more charming.
She felt that her face was a little hot and said shyly in a low voice, "Last time I quarreled with Miss Ning Zhao, it was my fault. I didn't know she had that kind of illness …"
"Shut up!" Tang Zhongyi frowned and looked at her sternly. "Who told you that Zhao Zhao is sick? She just doesn't like to talk. "
Yang Huiying was caught off guard by his reprimand. She felt wronged and suppressed her anger.
"Anyway, it's my fault. I'm here to apologize to you."
Tang Zhongyi didn't comment. "There's no need to apologize. I still say what I said before. It's best if you don't appear in front of Zhao Zhao again."
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