Just talking about Lu Yuxuan's grades, Lu Zixiao was actually not that surprised. After all, this child's scores have been quite stable over the years, with not much fluctuation.
But when he saw that earth-shattering and tear-jerking essay, he went berserk on the spot, and several people were unable to stop him.
In the end, Xiaobao forced his way in between the two of them, and Lu Zixiao let Lu Yuxuan go because he was afraid of accidentally hurting the little guy.
With the arrival of final exams in various schools, the winter vacation is gradually approaching. The day soon comes to New Year's Day, and Lu Jiayang and Shen Qingyue's debut concert is about to begin.
"Hey Jiaming, can you really fix it?" Grandpa Li stood in front of the TV with a worried look on his face. "Please don't delay our concert tonight."
"No, Grandpa Li, don't worry," Lu Jiaming said, "I will fix it for you right away."
Grandpa Li raised his crutch and poked the half-sticked buttocks of his father, snorting: "You kid, that's what you said an hour ago."
"If it doesn't work, don't tinker with it. I'll call a professional repairman."
"No, no, it will be fine this time." Lu Jiaming moved his body, "Grandpa Li, please don't always use your crutch to hit my butt. Several times, it almost hit the wrong place."
Grandpa Li rolled his eyes, turned around and went to the sofa next to him to eat some melon seeds.
Xiao Bao came over with a fruit plate full of fruits in his hands. "Grandpa Li, please have some fruit. My second brother said that it's good for you and Grandma Li to eat more fruit. I just washed these. They are very clean."
"Okay, okay, Grandpa will eat right away." Grandpa Li smiled happily. "Xiaobao, you can take a break too. Let your brothers take care of the rest."
"It's okay, I'm not tired."
Xiao Bao ate two grapes with sparkling eyes, then whispered, "Grandpa Li, Brother Yangyang just received two calls. They seemed to be from my uncle and aunt."
Grandpa Li's face froze, and he said angrily, "They're absolutely sick! They're like they've disappeared from the face of the earth during normal times, never even asking the children a question, and yet they're out here to cause trouble during this important holiday!"
"Xiaobao, did you hear what they said to Mingyang?" Lu Jiaming raised his head and asked.
"No," Xiaobao shook his head. "Brother Yangyang didn't let me listen either. He said he would talk to me after he hung up the phone."
Grandpa Li's face was gloomy, and when he stood up, even the sound of his cane hitting the ground became heavier. "Come on, Xiaobao, let's go find Yangyang. If those two bastards say anything unpleasant, I'll go up and scold them."
"Grandpa Li, please slow down!" Xiaobao quickly ran over to support him. "You're in the same mood as Brother Feng now. He said the same thing just now..."
"Oh?" Grandpa Li's eyes lit up. "Xiao Fengzi also said he would go over and start scolding?"
“Hmm… the wording is different, but I think the meaning is pretty much the same.”
Xiao Bao cleared his throat and imitated Yang Feng's tone: "I hate parents like this who spoil the fun during holidays. If Li Mingyang looks upset later, I'm going to grab his phone! I'll scold them to death!"
Lu Jiaming laughed out loud: "It really sounds like what Brother Feng would say, but Xiaobao, you imitated it so cutely, so fierce and fierce."
"That's fine, with Xiao Fengzi taking action, there's no need for me, an old man." Grandpa Li's tone became lighter. "His ability to harm others is much better than mine."
Xiaobao laughed and said, "Grandpa Li, I'll go find Brother Yangyang first to see if he's finished his call."
Grandpa Li nodded: "Go ahead, dear."
Xiaobao tiptoed to the door of Li Mingyang's room, but he did not push the door open directly. Instead, he took a quick look inside first.
Li Mingyang was still sitting on the edge of the bed, with his cell phone pressed to his ear. He lowered his head, looked unhappy, and basically didn't say anything. No matter what the other person said, he would just say "hmm" or "oh".
His expression was indifferent, making it difficult to tell his emotions.
"Making this call is harder than pulling a shit wire."
Yang Feng's deep voice suddenly appeared above Xiaobao's head, startling him.
"How long has it been going on?" Yang Feng frowned slightly. "Did Li Mingyang's mother always take so long?"
Xiao Bao recalled and shook his head: "No, when I went to the court before, Auntie always looked like she didn't want to talk to anyone. She was even more indifferent than you, Brother Feng."
"...There's no need to compare, little one." Yang Feng said with a sigh, "There must be something wrong when things are out of the ordinary. Let's go."
Xiaobao watched him push open the door, walk in with big strides, and then snatch Li Mingyang's phone away very naturally and smoothly.
Yang Feng pressed the hands-free button, and the female voice on the other end was still chattering.
"Yangyang, I'm saying this for your own good. Your grandparents are old. How many more years can they take care of you? To put it bluntly, they might die someday. Who can you count on then?"
"Do you really want to count on Lu Zixiao and the others? You're too naive. They have several children, and you're just an outsider. How could they possibly treat you well? Just listen to your mother and go abroad..."
On the surface, these words sound like a mother's earnest advice for her son, but in fact, each word is more inhumane than the last.
Xiaobao held Li Mingyang's cold hand with some heartache. The latter gave him a comforting smile, but it looked very forced.
"Come on, Auntie, stop talking nonsense. It's disgusting, isn't it?" Yang Feng started to retort, "You said this, it sounds so nice. Your little mouth is like you put on a suppository."
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