Sang Tianen couldn't sit still after lying at home for the third day. It wasn't that she had a masochistic tendency and had to find something to do, but she was simply too bored.
Her life has always been fulfilling and busy, and suddenly having some free time like this really makes her feel a little at a loss.
After finishing a long and dull love movie, she put her laptop in her bag, packed up briefly and prepared to go out.
"Ding Dong, Ding Dong." The doorbell suddenly rang outside the house. Sang Tianen walked to the door and pressed the display screen on the side of the door, and an old man's face appeared.
Her skin was a little dark, with short black and white hair hanging down on her head. Her thin face was covered with fine lines, and she had the same almond-shaped eyes as Sang Muyang.
Sang Tianen frowned and unlocked the door: "Why are you here?"
Father Sang smiled ingratiatingly, his skinny wrists pierced by the plastic bag, leaving several crimson horizontal bars. His eyes looked through Sang Tianen as he darted around the room: "Yangyang said you broke a bone, so I came to take a look."
Seeing that he was carrying a lot of things, Sang Tianen relaxed his expression a little and made way for him: "Come in."
Father Sang's eyes lit up and he exclaimed happily. Just as he raised his leg, he heard Sang Tianen's voice coming from the front: "Change your shoes!" There was a hint of disgust in his voice.
He paused, bent down with difficulty and opened the shoe cabinet, which contained more than a dozen pairs of women's shoes neatly arranged.
He took a quick glance and found that they were all branded goods. He pursed his lips, took out a pair of slippers to change into, picked up his things and walked in.
"Drink some water!" Sang Tianen took out a glass, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Sang's father.
Father Sang quickly placed the things on the table, took the cup with both hands, and said a little awkwardly, "Thank you."
For some reason, Mr. Sang was always afraid of his daughter, even though she had never done anything out of the ordinary or unconventional, and had never even caused him any worry.
But he was inexplicably afraid, always feeling that with his and his wife's genes, they would not be able to give birth to such an amazing child.
He is extremely smart and strong, not at all like himself and his wife.
Last week, she went home for a rare meal, and she scolded him harshly about the demolition, without any regard for his pride as her father.
He just wanted to give a house to his sister, but it was like poking her spine and she said all kinds of unpleasant things.
He couldn't understand it. Why did the family care about these things? His sister had been weak since she was a child and had no special abilities. As a brother, why didn't he help her?
She lives in a big house now and has such good conditions, so why is she unwilling to help her own aunt?
"How is Mom doing lately? I heard from Yangyang that her back pain has recurred." Seeing his father in a daze, Sang Tianen asked calmly.
Upon hearing this, Father Sang's face suddenly turned sad and he sighed, "Yes, it's an old problem. I recently saw an old doctor. Let's try our best to save the situation."
Sang Tianen's expression changed and his voice became louder: "My mother is a person, not a horse."
Father Sang was so frightened that the cup of water in his hand shook: "Dad, I said the wrong thing. I'm sorry."
Sang Tianen snorted. Seeing her father standing there at a loss, like a child who had made a mistake, her heart softened a little, and she softened her tone and said, "What are you standing for? Come and sit down!"
Father Sang immediately sat down obediently on the sofa, with his legs together, back straight, and his eyes staring at Sang Tianen, like a student waiting to be scolded.
Sang Tianen looked at his father with complicated eyes, feeling mixed emotions.
In fact, this man could have lived a good life, with an honest and loving wife and two lively children, but he happened to be a sister-supporting maniac.
Ever since she came into this world, she saw her lazy aunt coming to eat at a certain time.
It would be fine if she just ate for free, but she also borrowed money from time to time, and never paid it back. It can be said that Mr. and Mrs. Sang worked so hard but couldn't save much property. The culprit was this aunt.
A while ago, when her aunt heard that her house was going to be demolished, she started to persuade Sang's father to give her a house. Sang's mother's years of grievances finally broke out at this moment, and she cried in front of Sang Tianen for more than an hour.
A strong woman about 1.8 meters tall sat on the ground crying and sobbing, which made people's hearts ache.
In the end, Sang Tianen had no choice but to go and scold her father, and the matter was over.
"I brought your favorite mushroom and vegetable buns, and asked someone to buy some free-range eggs." Father Sang glanced at Sang Tianen, and seeing that she had been silent, he thought she was going to get angry again, so he quickly found a topic.
"How did you get here?" Sang Tianen crossed his arms and looked down at him condescendingly. His deep gaze was like an airtight net that tightly wrapped around Sang's father.
Father Sang swallowed and said, "Bus."
"Let Yangyang take you home in the evening." Sang Tianen turned around, poured himself a glass of water and took a sip.
"No need, I'll leave after delivering the things." Father Sang stood up, holding his waist, "I still have to pick up Ranran for his interest class." Ranran is Aunt Sang Tianen's grandson.
Sang Tianen was furious again. How could this family be so shameless? What did they treat her father like? A slave?
"Is there no one at his house?" she asked in a cold voice.
Father Sang raised a warm smile on his face, and his voice became softer: "Ranran likes me, this child is close to me."
Sang Tianen suddenly lost her temper. If her father liked to work like a slave, then he could do it. She couldn't control it anymore. She waved her hand impatiently and said, "Then hurry up and leave."
Father Sang bit his lip, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "Tian'en, um, can you give Dad some money? Not much, just ten thousand yuan will be fine."
"What do you want the money for?" Sang Tianen narrowed his eyes and his voice was as cold as iron.
Father Sang clasped his hands and lowered his head: "Ranran needs to pay for the dance class." He almost fell silent when he said the last few words.
Sang Tianen glared at him, and when his eyes swept over the beige casual pants that had been washed so hard by his father and the shirt collar that had been washed to the point of frayed edges, he swallowed back the harsh words that were about to come out of his mouth.
After a long while, he said calmly, "If you want money, let your aunt come to me in person."
It took all of Mr. Sang's courage to speak. Seeing that his daughter disagreed, he didn't dare to say anything more and just nodded silently.
Sang Tianen said no more, picked up the black leather bag and said to his father, "Come downstairs, I'll call you a taxi." He was afraid that if he continued talking, he would be angered to death by his own father.
After sending Sang's father off, Sang Tianen went to the nearest shopping mall, found a men's brand clothing store, bought several sets of clothes according to her father's size, and asked the clerk to mail them directly to her family's snack bar.
As soon as I paid and walked out of the store, I saw Yan Zheng leaning against the wall with two cups of milk tea in his hands, staring straight ahead without blinking.
Sang Tianen followed his gaze and saw a cute little boy lying on the ground crying, while his father stood beside him playing with his mobile phone, ignoring him.
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