Zhao Tiezhu didn't expect that Zhao Lei was also so angry at Zhao Liang, and the anger in his heart slowly subsided.
"Your brother didn't think that much. You know, he never cared about the children before."
What could Zhao Tiezhu do? Of course he had to explain for his son and hope that the two brothers would not quarrel.
It’s not that his idea is wrong, but his behavior, in Zhao Lei’s eyes, is biased.
"No matter how much he doesn't care about the child, he is still his son."
"I just got married, I don't have any children, and I'm younger than him."
"Why am I more sensible than him? I have to understand. Don't you always say that Zhao Liang is sensible and can do great things?"
"How could I not see that, Mom? I clearly told him to bring money to the hospital, and he agreed, but when he got there, he had no money."
"It's normal for me to have no money, because I've handed over all my money. But how can they be penniless with such a large monthly income?"
"How come they have no money now, as they just got paid in the middle of the month?"
"What did they buy? Where did they spend the money? They actually lost their monthly income of 80 yuan."
Zhao Lei snorted coldly, "Who are you trying to fool? Do you really think we are all fools who can be easily fooled?"
"Dad, do you have anything else to say?" After Zhao Lei had vented his anger, he remembered that he had forgotten to ask Zhao Tiezhu.
Zhao Lei had already said it, what else could Zhao Tiezhu do? Could he force them to reconcile?
Even if they reconcile, Zhao Tiezhu knows that the relationship will remain stalemate. What to do? It can't always be like this, the relationship must be eased.
“I don’t know how your brother spent the money and why it was gone, but you are brothers after all.” Zhao Tiezhu still hoped that his sons could work together.
"Dad, there are some things you can think this way, and there are some things you can only think this way."
"They have high incomes and spend money lavishly, and they want me, a low-income brother with foreign debts, to help them."
"Please help me. I didn't ask him to help me. This is really good enough."
"I'm a good person. Among the three brothers, I have the least ability. I have very low expectations for myself, that is, not to hold them back."
"So Dad, don't say brothers help each other, or give us money."
"When they got married, Dad, you cleaned up the house and decorated it well, but when it's my turn to get married, there's nothing."
"Whether it was my eldest brother's wedding or my second brother's wedding, you asked me to help out and said that they would also help out when I got married."
"Have you helped?"
"Dad, I've made too many big promises, and no one believes them." Zhao Lei said that he had eaten too many melons since he was a child, and he really had no way to digest them.
"You..." Zhao Tiezhu's face looked really bad, but unfortunately Zhao Lei ignored him at all.
"Dad, it's getting late. I'm going to cook." Although dinner was very simple, just steamed buns with millet porridge, it still had to be cooked.
He had decided that after buying the winter vegetables, he would ask his wife to make some Sichuan pickles, which were delicious.
You know, he really wanted to have this, but they were not the ones in charge before, so he could only think about it.
By the way, he also wants to see if there are any kimchi jars. The more of this stuff, the better.
Zhao Lei felt that things were really busy. He was busy building houses, making furniture, and also purchasing these miscellaneous items.
We were really busy. In the era without the Internet, we had to buy everything ourselves.
Go buy the jars on the weekend, buy them early now.
Zhao Lei was thinking about something and turned around and left. Zhao Tiezhu looked at his back and was furious.
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