Dingji's mommy and Dingji were talking.

Dingji's mother looked embarrassed.

"I'm not trying to drive them away, I'm..."

The housekeeper suddenly came over at this time and waited by the side to speak.

"Madam, Madam Zhao is here."

Dingji's mother's brows suddenly furrowed slightly.

Mrs. Zhao?

Why is she here at this time?

…

Dingji's home.

Zhao Yunlan handed the mink coat in her hand to the servant beside her with a haughty smile.

She opened the peacock fan in her hand and fanned away the cold wind.

Mrs. Zhao looked at the two little kids in the room, her eyes emitting a cold and sarcastic look.

Seeing Dingji's mother coming out, she lazily closed the peacock fan and even spoke in a perfunctory tone.

"My husband said he wanted to distribute some gifts to his partners."

Normally, such a small matter only requires sending a servant.

But.

Thinking of the bumpkin that the Ding family had just adopted, how could she miss this opportunity to mock the Ding family?

"Oh, Madam Ding, is this the young master you just found?"

Dingji's mother smiled and nodded.

"Yes, this is Dingji, my youngest son."

Dingji frowned slightly.

He really disliked the lady in front of him.

And the way this lady looked at him was also very unpleasant!

Mrs. Zhao stood there for several minutes, glanced down at Ding Ji, then turned to look at the two little buns sitting in the living room happily eating cakes.

Her eyes fell on the table, the knife and fork used for teaching, and a slight sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Mrs. Ding, I heard that your son just came back from the countryside. I'm afraid he doesn't even know how to use a Western knife and fork."

"Are you teaching him to use a knife and fork?"

Then, Mrs. Zhao glanced at Jiang Xiaomeng and Ye Huanyu with contempt.

Especially seeing the two little kids wearing cheap clothes.

The tone was even more serious.

"If you ask me, you should send your Dingji to an aristocratic school, so he won't have any trash friends."

"I was wondering, Madam Ding, why does your house suddenly smell so poor?"

Mrs. Ding's face suddenly turned green.

But Mrs. Zhao's family is powerful and is Mr. Ding's business partner.

Unlike Mr. Ding, who made his fortune late in life and was ridiculed as a nouveau riche, Mrs. Zhao's family had wealth accumulated over generations.

In the aristocratic circle, he has considerable power and status.

Mrs. Ding pursed her lips.

Even if his expression was extremely ugly, he could not offend Madam Zhao!

Looking at his mother's forbearing look, Ding Ji raised his head directly.

Dingji stared at her, his handsome little face flushed red.

He said coldly.

"I won't bring shame to my family."

"My friends aren't trash."

The two little kids in the living room narrowed their eyes slightly when they heard Ding Ji's voice.

A hint of darkness flashed across his lively eyes.

Compared with Ding Ji's anger, Jiang Xiaomeng and Ye Huanyu were more calm.

It's shameful to waste food!

Especially the food from the dessert shop owned by Mommy should not be wasted!

Instead of wasting time with this old lady, it’s better to eat delicious and fragrant cakes!

But - it's bad enough that you diss them, but you also want to bully their friends?

The two little buns put down the cakes in their hands.

He nodded heavily, smacked his lips with a serious expression, and asked back.

"Are your kids very good?"

Mrs. Zhao hummed lightly, her face full of pride, and her lips curled up when she mentioned her son.

She was showing off to her heart's content.

"Of course."

"I married a foreigner during class and obtained foreign citizenship."

"My baby was destined to enjoy the highest aristocratic education since birth."

The two little kids shrugged their shoulders and looked at her as if she were a fool, with a hint of sympathy in their eyes.

Is that all?

This old lady’s mindset is really narrow!