"What are you doing?" Jiang Anxia asked in a cold voice.
This child kicked someone for no reason; it seems he's spoiled at home.
Do whatever you want, do whatever you please.
"Hey! Xiaxia! Bao'er is still a child, don't take it to heart." Lin Cuihua grinned, telling Jiang Anxia not to worry about it.
In her view, Liu Baojia was still a child, and it didn't matter what a child did.
Besides, he's just a child. Why bother arguing with him so much? He's just a child.
"A child, huh, really just a child. It seems his family didn't raise him well, that's why he's like this." Jiang Nanqing said coldly from behind Jiang Anxia.
He had just come out of the house to see what was happening outside when he saw Liu Baojia kick Jiang Anxia.
He was already unhappy, and now, hearing what Lin Cuihua said, he was even more unhappy.
Jiang Nanqing's sister is not someone that any brat can bully.
“This… Nan Qing! That’s not how it works. Bao’er is only seven years old, he’s at an age where he doesn’t understand anything, so don’t take it so seriously.” Lin Cuihua’s expression changed several times.
If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have brought the child.
She came and caused her more trouble, so let her get rid of her! And she kicked the most favored one out of all, what a nuisance.
"Aunt, how about I kick you too?" Jiang Nanqiu smiled faintly and walked to stand next to Jiang Nanqing.
Ha, really, they can always use the excuse that the child is too young to explain anything away.
But Liu Baojia is already seven years old, not a two or three-year-old child.
“Nanqiu, I am your elder.” Lin Cuihua’s face turned even uglier.
She's just here to let people know that her family is holding a banquet in five days and to invite people, not to suffer.
It seems best to let Jiang Xiaoyan come back less often in the future!
"Sister-in-law, don't talk to my child about elders. You don't act like elders at all." Jiang's mother looked at Lin Cuihua with a sharp gaze.
Honestly, they don't even look at themselves properly, talking about being elders here.
“Auntie, Bao’er didn’t do it on purpose. He’s just young and doesn’t understand things yet,” Jiang Xiaoyan said softly.
On the surface, she looked aggrieved, but in her heart she was cursing Jiang's mother and the others for not letting go of this matter. She was extremely unhappy.
Jiang Anxia sighed softly and shook her head helplessly.
The child is still young; it's a universal excuse.
"If I remember correctly, Liu Baojia is already seven years old! Being young is no longer an excuse." He smiled faintly, his eyes fixed on Jiang Xiaoyan.
Jiang Anxia dislikes these unruly children the most.
In her previous life, she almost died of anger because of a naughty child.
Those expensive cosmetics, that computer worth tens of thousands of yuan, and that mobile phone worth nearly ten thousand yuan were all completely ruined by those so-called naughty kids.
Even now, Jiang Anxia still feels heartbroken when she thinks about it.
That one time, she destroyed nearly 30,000 yuan worth of her belongings, leaving only scraps behind.
The parents of that bratty kid also said that the child was still young and didn't know any better; and that since the parents were already grown up, they shouldn't bother with such things as children.
Jiang Anxia took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to curse.
It can't be suppressed by relying on it.
"Xiaxia, you're seventeen already, and Bao'er is only seven. You're all grown up now, so don't argue with a little kid like that." Jiang Xiaoyan frowned, looking at Jiang Anxia with displeasure.
She's already seventeen, and she's still arguing with a child. It's really not endearing.
"Fine, I won't argue with him, but I will argue with you, after all, you are his mother." Jiang Anxia desperately swallowed the curse words that were about to come out of her mouth.
Jiang's mother was still watching from the side, so it was better not to let her hear it.
"Xiaxia! How can you be so insensible?" Lin Cuihua looked at Jiang Anxia unhappily.
It's true, like mother, like child.
Neither of them are likable.
"Enough, Lin Cuihua! Just because I don't get angry doesn't mean I have a good temper!" Mother Jiang snapped.
You can say anyone is immature, but you can't say anything about her daughter.
Her daughter is already quite sensible, and besides, only she can lecture her child; what do other people matter, especially Lin Cuihua?
"Song Lanhua, I only said one thing, why are you so upset?" Lin Cuihua's brows furrowed even more, her tone full of anger.
"You can go back now! We're not going to the banquet." Jiang Nanqiu looked at Lin Cuihua and the others with a cold gaze.
The coldness in her eyes was almost solid, freezing them, but those people didn't seem to feel anything and looked down at Jiang's mother and the others with an air of superiority.
"Heh... If it weren't for the fact that we're relatives, who would want to invite you?" Jiang Xiaoyan immediately became unhappy.
We invited them to have a nice meal in five days, but they refused.
Jiang's mother took a deep breath and gritted her teeth angrily, "We don't care. Please go back and don't come again."
"Fine, fine, Song Lanhua, you're amazing. Let's go back." Lin Cuihua's tone was fierce, she glanced coldly at Jiang's mother, then turned and left.
Seeing this, Jiang Xiaoyan quickly pulled Liu Baojia to follow behind Lin Cuihua.
Jiang Fu, who had been standing silently behind Lin Cuihua, left without saying a word.
"What are you doing? Slow down, I can't keep up." Liu Baojia shook off Jiang Xiaoyan's hand in annoyance.
Seeing that he couldn't shake her off, he tried to bite Jiang Xiaoyan's hand with his teeth.
Jiang Anxia frowned as she watched them leave.
It's best for this family to have as little contact as possible.
"Never mind, this is how this family's life will be." Mother Jiang shook her head and sighed.
"Xiaxia, how's your leg?" Jiang Nan frowned slightly, looking at Jiang Anxia with concern.
"It's alright now." Jiang Anxia shook her head; it really didn't hurt anymore.
"That's good, you guys go have fun! I'm going to cook." Hearing Jiang Anxia say this, Jiang's mother breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll go help," Jiang Nanqing quickly replied, following behind her mother as they walked towards the kitchen.
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A cold wind howled, and snowflakes began to fall again.
Jiang Anxia sat by the window, watching the snowflakes fluttering down in the courtyard.
I wonder when this snow will stop.
Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, and Jiang's mother and Zhou Laidi were in the kitchen preparing lunch early this morning.
Jiang Anxia had also gone to check, but each time she was sent back to her room and not allowed to do anything.
Time really flies! In the blink of an eye, it's been more than half a year since I came here.
From the scorching summer to the frigid winter; the next time, it will be spring with its warm weather and blooming flowers.
Shaking her head, Jiang Anxia smiled helplessly.
Indeed, life is full of helplessness.
He propped his chin up with his left hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, and gazed leisurely at the snowflakes filling the courtyard.
"Xiaxia, go and invite Gu Zhiqing and Lin Zhiqing to our house for dinner." Jiang's mother stood at the kitchen door, her eyes fixed on Jiang Anxia, who was half asleep.
"Okay." Jiang Anxia nodded obediently and stood up.
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