The worst people in the world are not those with fierce faces.

Because some bad people appear weak and are extremely deceptive.

This person could be a young child, a pregnant woman, or a kind-looking elderly person.

They are more despicable than many bad people who use force to coerce others.

Because those who are deceived will instinctively assume that they are a vulnerable group.

Little did they know that the evil of these people was directly proportional to their outwardly pure and kind appearance.

So when you're out and about and encounter strangers...

You not only have to guard against those who wear their bad intentions on their sleeves, but also against those who are "weak".

Hua Rong never expected that she would encounter such a person.

"Of course... I have to try it. Maybe it's fate, but my favorite is Maojian tea."

As he spoke, he was about to drink the tea in his cup.

A dark light flashed in Liao Shufen's eyes, and her face, set against the rustic decor of the villa, appeared eerie and sinister.

However, her expression quickly froze.

"Splash!"

The sound of the cup shattering on the floor brought a moment of stillness to the air.

"Smack!"

The next second, Liao Shufen received a slap on the face.

"You shameless woman, you actually used my tea to serve a little brat!"

"Aaaaah! You old bastard, how dare you hit me!"

Liao Shufen had completely lost her previous kind and gentle demeanor, and had become no different from those shrewish women who made veiled accusations.

She went berserk and scratched at the face of the old man who had just knocked over the teacup, and the two of them started fighting right in front of Hua Rong.

Hua Rong stood up and sensibly moved aside, making room for them to do their thing.

"Dad! Mom! Stop hitting us! There are still guests here!"

At this moment, Xiao Meng, who had previously said she was going to the kitchen to prepare a fruit platter, suddenly appeared.

With a pale face, he rushed into the battlefield, trying to separate the two who were fighting fiercely.

As expected, she didn't separate the two at all; instead, she ended up with a bruise on her face.

Hua Rong looked at Xiao Meng. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she could be described as gentle and kind, and she had a very good figure.

The person who likely sparked this family feud was Wang Dalong, the homeowner Wang Guan's biological father.

The old man looked fierce, so fierce that even a child might be afraid and hide when they saw him.

However, his fighting prowess doesn't match his fierce face.

On the contrary, the kind-faced Liao Shufen was exceptionally powerful, leaving many marks on Wang Dalong's face.

"Get out! I don't want to talk to you two sluts!"

Wang Dalong finally escaped the battle and ran straight to the door.

"You old geezer, if you've got the guts, then never come back—"

At this point, Liao Shufen stopped pretending and revealed her true shrewish nature.

The insults they utter are truly never the same.

Fortunately, Xiao Meng pulled her back, preventing her from rushing over and starting another fight.

Wang Dalong spat at the two of them, ignoring Liao Shufen's insults, and instead looked at Hua Rong.

He sneered at Hua Rong, "Don't drink my tea! I may not be living here recently, but I remember exactly how much tea I have! Humph, if there's even a little less, I'll go to your school and cause trouble!"

After saying this, he frowned slightly, making his wrinkled face look unusually fierce.

"Don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you up too."

Hua Rong: "..."

Her lips twitched. If you didn't have those bloodstains on your face, you might be more intimidating.

Nowadays, it's more like a mascot shouting: I'm super fierce!

However, seeing that Hua Rong didn't speak, Wang Dalong felt that he had intimidated her, and happily opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he was startled by the person outside and exclaimed "Ouch!"

Hua Rong's brow twitched slightly as she looked over.

Then they discovered that the person in front of Wang Dalong was a clean-looking boy wearing a school uniform.

The boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a fair and delicate face, but he was over 1.8 meters tall.

However, overall, it doesn't look out of place.

It gives people a feeling of youthful exuberance and gentle tenderness.

The moment Hua Rong saw him, she knew his identity.

Wang Zhenliang, the student she tutored!

In fact, Hua Rong was able to enter the Wang family thanks to the pretext of tutoring him.

Her gaze fell on Wang Zhenliang, and she found that he was also looking at her.

The moment she looked over, a shy smile appeared on her face.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Mom."

Wang Zhenliang, carrying his schoolbag, called out to a few people and quickly went upstairs.

Hua Rong frowned, feeling that something was amiss.

"You little brat!" Wang Dalong sneered.

Hua Rong looked at him, but he only rolled his eyes at her before walking away leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Hua Rong pursed her lips, the sense of unease in her heart growing stronger.

It seems quite abnormal for a family like this to raise a child with Wang Zhenliang's personality.

However, her target is Wang Guan, so she doesn't need to pay too much attention to others.

"Oh dear, Teacher Deng, I'm so sorry you had to see this. Let me get you another cup of tea."

After Wang Dalong left, Liao Shufen remembered Hua Rong, and her expression became somewhat stiff.

Hua Rong made an awkward expression at the right moment, picked up her bag from the sofa and said, "No, I have dinner plans with a friend, I have to go back now."

"Then, Teacher Deng, don't forget to come and tutor our Ah Liang tomorrow!"

Xiao Meng, who seemed quiet and reserved, suddenly spoke up, her tone somewhat urgent.

Liao Shufen glared at her, then smiled and slipped a red envelope into Hua Rong's hand.

“I only have one precious grandson, so naturally I dote on him. But his English is really bad. He’s already in his first year of high school, and the college entrance exam is in two years. What will happen if he doesn’t get into Tsinghua or Peking University? So I’ll have to trouble you, Teacher Deng, to take care of him.”

Hua Rong initially wanted to decline, but when she heard Liao Shufen mention "Tsinghua and Peking Universities," she accepted the red envelope.

With such a grand goal, being a "teacher" requires far more than just a little effort!

Consider this red envelope as an advance payment for your hard work.

After exchanging a few more words with Liao Shufen, Hua Rong prepared to leave.

"Are you really not going to drink tea anymore, Professor Deng?" Liao Shufen asked in a low voice at the end.

Hua Rong calmly replied, "No need."

Once everyone arrives, everything will be fine.

Hua Rong thought to himself.

Her target, Wang Guan, did not appear, so beating these people up would be of no use.

She changed her shoes at the door, and then, as if possessed, glanced back and spotted Wang Zhenliang at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

He changed into some casual clothes, but he was still as swift as a gust of wind.

He gave Hua Rong a shy smile, then turned and went back to the room at the top of the stairs.

Hua Rong pursed her lips. If her guess was true, she wondered if the boy would still be able to smile at that time.