Text: My daughter.
Three simple words, paired with a nine-square grid.
Soon, Yang Jinchuan's WeChat Moments exploded with discussion.
Yang Nanqiao and Wan Yunzhi, who were at Yang Ling's house, saw this post on WeChat Moments, and the old man quickly commented.
Yang Nanqiao: Paint an old cucumber green.
When Yang Jinchuan saw this comment, he ignored it and replied, "Dad, I know you're just envious and jealous. There's nothing I can do. At your age, you can't carry my daughter anymore. Don't drop her."
Yang Nanqiao: !!
The old man was so angry he almost threw his phone away.
Looking at her WeChat Moments and clicking on each photo, Yang Ling couldn't help but exclaim, "Tuan Tuan is really good-looking."
Yang Nanqiao: "Then I'm definitely better than you. Look at you, you haven't inherited any of my strengths."
"Dad, do you always have to speak so sarcastically? Aren't you just hurting me?" Yang Ling said, feeling wronged and helpless.
Yang Nanqiao was on the platform, his stern expression growing increasingly serious.
Wan Yunzhi stepped in to smooth things over: "Alright, anyone who didn't know better would think you weren't father and daughter, but enemies. Look at your expressions, each of you looks like someone owes you millions."
Yang Ling looked at Wan Yunzhi with a big smile and sat down next to her: "Mom, you're the one who knows how to care about me."
Wan Yunzhi: "Since you know I care about you, you should understand how to live your life. If you continue to cause trouble, I can't protect you anymore."
"Mom, I've really turned over a new leaf and I'll never make the same mistake again," Yang Ling said with utmost sincerity.
She has truly changed for the better. After experiencing so much, she was taken by Xiao Mei, who was by Tuan Tuan's side, and went on a day trip to some kind of hellish torture.
Sobbing, Yang Ling burst into tears. She had never imagined that the punishments in hell would be so cruel.
What skinning and tendon-pulling? The body won't die; it will only endure endless pain.
There's also a deep fryer where you throw your soul in to fry.
Let that scalding oil fry those evil spirits until they scream and be condemned to death.
Even being reduced to ashes would be better than her current state; Yang Ling was so frightened she almost died on the spot.
If given another chance, she certainly wouldn't offend her precious niece, Tuantuan.
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