Chapter 20
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Song Wen-chuan pretended not to hear her and walked out the door.
Zhou Manli could not bear to see her precious daughter being wronged. Her face darkened. "Ah Chuan! There are guests at home. Why are you going out in the middle of the night? Didn't you hear your sister say that she brought you a present? "
Song Wen-chuan frowned and turned around. Song Jingwan looked at him with tears in her eyes. She held her skirt with both hands, looking expectant and pitiful.
"Why aren't you coming over?" Song Rui frowned and ordered.
"Brother …" Song Jingwan begged in a sobbing voice.
Everyone was waiting for him. Song Wen-chuan pursed his thin lips. Just then, he heard movement outside the door.
A petite girl was dragging a huge 27-inch suitcase and was about to climb the stairs with difficulty.
He frowned and strode over. His voice was cold. "Song Yaoyao, are you an idiot?" Can't you call for help if you can't carry it?
Song Yaoyao was dragging the suitcase when she heard someone calling her an idiot.
She looked over with a sullen face. The young man was wearing a gray casual T-shirt and looked a little like Zhou Manli. He was looking at her unhappily.
From her memory, she knew that he was the eldest son of the Song family, Song Wen-chuan.
"Give me the suitcase. Why are you so clumsy?" His face was dark and his voice was cold.
Song Yaoyao tilted her body and avoided his hand. She rolled her eyes at him and said in a voice colder than his, "No need."
Then, she lifted the huge 27-inch suitcase with one hand and walked up the stairs. She put it on the ground with a thud.
Song Wen-chuan was speechless.
The corner of his mouth twitched. By the time he reacted, the petite girl had already walked past him.
Her attitude was cold and she did not look weak.
Song Wen-chuan was speechless. He turned around and saw Song Yaoyao walking across the living room without saying a word.
Zhou Manli sneered. "You've grown up. You don't even know how to call your mother? Are you mute? "
Song Rui noticed that Huo Ningxi was frowning. He immediately shot a warning glance at Zhou Manli. "That's enough. The child is tired and wants to rest. Why are you saying so much?"
Song Jingwan hurriedly stood up from the sofa and said softly to Song Yaoyao's back, "Yaoyao, don't rush back to the room. Sit down and eat something first! Put your suitcase down first, and I'll get someone to help you carry it later. Uh … "
Before he could finish, everyone watched as Song Yaoyao picked up the large suitcase with one hand and walked up the stairs step by step. Soon, her figure disappeared around the corner.
Song Wen-chuan frowned silently. He felt that Song Yaoyao seemed to be different.
Apart from the same words, there was less gloominess.
Song Jingwan smiled awkwardly. "I didn't expect Yaoyao to be so strong …"
"If she wants to carry it herself, then let her. She's so sarcastic every day. Who owes her?"
Zhou Manli snorted coldly. He patted Song Jingwan's shoulder and gestured for her to sit down again.
However, after that, Song Jingwan appeared to be absent-minded. A mother knows her daughter best. When Zhou Manli saw that Song Rui and Huo Ningxi seemed to be chatting happily, she pulled Song Jingwan back to the room.
As soon as they entered the room, Song Jingwan immediately threw herself into Zhou Manli's arms. Her tears flowed down like a broken string of pearls. Her shoulders trembled slightly. "Mom!"
"What's wrong, Wanwan? Don't cry. Don't cry … Aiyo, my baby, you're breaking Mom's heart. "Zhou Manli quickly patted Song Jingwan's back." What's wrong? Did that stinky girl bully you? Don't be afraid. Tell Mom what happened. Mom will help you teach her a lesson! "
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