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Chapter 9

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"I want to hear it from you."

"It's nothing. It's just that I don't have a good relationship with my family. I don't want to tell them."

"Okay."

The curtains on the car window were tightly drawn. No one could see in from the outside, and no one could see out from the inside. Tang Bao lowered her gaze slightly and stared at her fingers in a daze.

After her mother passed away, her father, Tang Qishan, married Tang Ruyi's mother, Zhou Xiangting. The two families could be considered a combined family. Naturally, the conflict between them was not small.

Tang Bao felt that no matter how close she was to outsiders, she still had her biological father.

But time proved that her relationship with Tang Qishan became more and more distant. No matter what happened, he always sided with Zhou Xiangting and her mother, as if Tang Ruyi was his biological daughter.

Tang Bao once tried to narrow the gap between the combined family and even make it disappear. Who knew that it was all in vain.

Tang Bao hated her father, so she did not want to tell any of them about such a thing.

Di Haotian's gaze was slightly deep and cold as he stared at Tang Bao's face.

Tang Bao felt the cold and sharp gaze. When she raised her eyes, the cold feeling all over her body disappeared. Only Di Haotian's deep and dark eyes remained.

Was it her illusion?

"I can help you." Di Haotian's dark eyes flashed with coldness.

"No, it's just a family conflict. I can solve it myself." Tang Bao refused. If Di Haotian helped, it would be too scary. The Tang family would definitely be in serious trouble. Moreover, she did not want Di Haotian to help her. "By the way, I have classes in the afternoon. I'm going to school."

"No hurry. Let's go back to the castle first." Di Haotian did not force her to help the Tang family and went along with her wishes.

Everything they ate at noon in the castle was extremely precious, even a chopstick was made of pure silver. But she did not care at all.

She was most grateful to Di Haotian for letting her go.

After the tableware was set, the steward stood at her side and respectfully said, "Young Madam, I am the castle's supervisor, Li En. This was Deputy Director Zhang Li. If you have any requests in terms of food and clothing, you can let us know and we will make the appropriate arrangements for you. "

Tang Bao looked at Li En and Zhang Li, shook his head and said, "No, I'll eat whatever you prepare. By the way, don't call me Young Madam. My name is Tang Bao. You can call me whatever you want. "

"This …" Li En was in a dilemma.

"I can't? But you just said that I can tell you if I have any requests. My request isn't that big, right? "Tang Bao asked curiously.

This might be the first time that Li En was troubled by such a 'request' after serving in the castle for so many years.

"The first rule here is that those who offend their superiors will have to leave," Di Haotian said sternly.

Tang Bao stared. "You're too domineering."

"You'll know in the future that I'll only be more domineering." Di Haotian used his chopsticks to put the food into Tang Bao's bowl. "Eat."

Tang Bao bit her soft lips. To her, this was already very domineering. She could not imagine what it would be like to be even more domineering.

She felt that she was not used to such a strong person at all.

After the meal, Tang Bao went to school. As soon as she entered the classroom, she was pulled out by Wan Milai. Wan Milai did not know whether to say that she was excited or worried. As it turned out, she was excited to the point of jumping for joy.

"What's going on? How did you become married to Di Haotian? I'm telling you, you'll become the public enemy! "

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