Jing Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Shi Ling triumphantly, and shouted aggrievedly, "Grandpa, did you hear that? Shi Ling is just talking nonsense!"

The lamplighter handed the newly lit eternal lamp to Shi Ling, "Donor Shi Ling, please take it carefully, and don't let Donor Jing Huanhuan knock it over again. It's unlucky to have the eternal lamp broken, and it will reduce Donor Jing Yi's blessings in the next life."

Shi Ling: "Thank you, little master."

The smile on Jing Huanhuan's lips froze instantly.

Damn monk! Why are you exaggerating?

But she didn't have the heart to argue with Master Dian Deng at the moment. Instead, she looked at Shi Ling's phone worriedly and said in a panic, "Grandpa, listen to my explanation. I didn't mean it."

Mr. Jing on the other side was silent for a long time before he said with a vicissitudes of life: "Shi Ling, give her the phone."

Shi Ling held her phone tightly, "No, I'm afraid she'll get angry and throw it at me. How about this, I'll put it on speakerphone."

Mr. Jing was silent again and reflected on himself, wondering if he had not given Shi Ling enough material care, otherwise why would she care so much about a mobile phone that cost less than ten thousand yuan.

He gave Shi Ling a bank card and gave her hundreds of thousands of pocket money every week, which was exactly the same as Jing Huanhuan's previous treatment, but Shi Ling never used that card.

"good."

After turning on the hands-free mode, Jing Lao's vicissitudes and indifferent voice could be heard throughout the Zen room.

"Don't call me grandpa. Jing Huanhuan, no, it should be Bo Huanhuan. We are not plants or trees, and we are all heartless. I wanted to give you some leeway, but you always lie. You repeatedly asked the trustee to plead with me, and put on a show of offering sacrifices to Yiyi. Do you really think I don't know?"

Jing Huanhuan was stunned.

It turned out that her grandfather saw through all the cleverness she thought she had.

"If you could act better and not break the ever-burning lamp that Shi Ling offered to Yiyi, perhaps I would still remember the bond between us, and even if I didn't let you return to the Jing family, I wouldn't ignore you."

Old Jing knew Shi Ling was no ordinary person, and felt that the ever-burning lamp she personally offered was definitely not comparable to Jing Huanhuan's hypocritical offering. He hoped that his daughter would have Shi Ling's blessing and protection over there.

Jing Huanhuan hurriedly said, "Grandpa, I'm sincere. I've always only recognized this one mother. I had no idea what Bo Liang and that mistress had done before."

However, Elder Jing sneered, "Then how did the jewelry among your mother's belongings end up in the hands of that mistress?"

Jing Huanhuan's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to explain, she was interrupted by Old Jing coldly: "Don't say that it was given to her by your father. The jewelry in Yiyi's belongings are all in your hands. Bo Liang can't and dare not touch them."

Shi Ling's eyes widened as she held her phone. "Oh wow. There's even melon."

There was anger and sadness in Jing Lao's voice. "You said you didn't know about the existence of that mistress and that you didn't know your true identity before. You were lying!"

If Jing Huanhuan really didn't know her life story, or confessed to him after knowing Bo Liang's plan, he might not have kicked her out of the house. But she knew it, but she pretended to be ignorant! She was helping the evildoer and trying to help Bo Liang seize the family property!

Jing Huanhuan's heart trembled at Jing Lao's yelling. She spoke incoherently and cried, "Grandpa, I was forced. Yes, it was that woman. She threatened me, saying that if I didn't give her benefits, she would tell you my identity. I don't want to leave you, but I dare not tell you. I'm afraid you will hate me, Grandpa..."