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"We'll talk about anything after dinner. After dinner, we'll sit down and have a good chat."

"No, the child is old. He always has his own ideas. He hasn't spent much time at home all year round."

"It's hard to come back for a new year. Don't just be angry, regardless of the hard reunion time."

Song Fu's angry appearance was still not eased. He just threw another word solemnly.

"I don't care what kind of ideas she has, I'll make my ideas clear and tell her that although she has chosen this way, our family doesn't agree."

"If she really goes her own way, I'll raise her so big that I can live up to her parents."

"We can't control what she will be like in the future."

At the mention of her parents who died early, song Qianqian immediately flushed her eyes, but she bit her lips hard when her tears were about to fall.

Force yourself to relieve the burning in your eyes with pain.

"Oh, you, why do you say such heartburn words? Shallow, you eat first, never mind your uncle. His thoughts are still in the older generation."

"No matter what work you do, as long as you don't reach out to others and can support yourself, my aunt feels gratified."

Wen Ruyi patted song Qianqian's hand sitting opposite the table.

Motioned her not to mind song Fu's angry words.

But she comforted so much that song Qianqian's eyes were even redder.

"Manxi, you accompany your sister first. I'll go out with your father and have a few words."

Wen Ruyi sends song Manxi to look at Song Qianqian first and stabilize her mood. He wants to take song's father out and talk privately first.

But the angry song father would not listen to her.

"What do you say? What can't you say here? You have to say it in private?"

"Is there anything she can't hear?"

"Don't just protect her. Don't think I don't know. You protected her from childhood and let her make many disasters."

In fact, when song Qianqian was a child, because of the death of his parents.

She was a little autistic. For a while, she would fight with other children.

Black and blue back, but also beat others half dead.

Wen Ruyi also knows that her mind is that she has no father and no mother. There are only some relatives like them.

Just keep one eye open and one eye closed.

Spoiled and spoiled, he raised song Qianqian's character very paranoid.

At the dinner table at home, silence was restored again.

Song Manxi put a pair of chopsticks in his mouth and bit them. It's neither eating with vegetables nor not eating.

She didn't know what she could say, so she could only watch silently.

Finally, song Qianqian opened his mouth first.

She stood up, a little low, even with a nasal sound.

"Uncle and aunt, I know that you have spent a lot of time raising me from small to large."

"But I really want to do this work seriously. I have my own bottom line. I won't sell my soul."

"So, there won't be anything you're worried about, uncle. I promise."

She spoke in a small voice, more like a weak resistance.

"You promise, what do you promise?"

Song Fu became more angry and slapped him on the table.