Ling Jiang raised his head, with obvious anger on his face, "Let me ask you, why are these things in the house?"

Li Li had no way to shirk responsibility and had to tell the truth.

When Ling Jiang learned that it was his wife who went to get the things back, he was so angry that he wanted to rush over and slap her.

"Who told you to go to Boss Wei? You even asked for the compensation I gave you. How could you do such a shameless thing? Ah, you don't want your face, but I do!"

Li Li was not happy after being scolded by her husband. "Who is shameless? Wei accepted such a valuable thing but refused to withdraw the case. She is shameless!"

Ling Jiang was so angry that his forehead was throbbing. "You can't blame Boss Wei for this. If mom hadn't been so indiscriminate, beating and scolding him, and saying such nasty things, would he have reported the case? You want him to drop the case, but you don't even admit your fault. Why should he drop the case?"

"Then why did she ask for two hundred? Her wound was just a minor one and it would heal in two days. My dad and I went there and she asked for two hundred yuan. Is she taking advantage of us?!"

"You guys brought this upon yourselves. If you want to blame someone, blame your mom for her bad temper!"

"Mr. Ling, who is your wife? Are you trying to be mean to yourself?"

The couple quarreled fiercely over the gift, neither of them was willing to give in, and the argument ended when Ling Jiang left home angrily.

—

After playing with Ling Chunhua in the yard for a while, Yun Mo got up and prepared to go back to the house to study, but was stopped by Ling Chuan as soon as she stood up.

"Momo."

Yun Mo turned her head and looked at the man, "What's wrong?"

Ling Chuan looked a little embarrassed, and his face turned red. "I, I bought a gift for you."

After saying that, he handed a square box to her.

Looking at the pattern of a Walkman printed on the box, Yun Mo was slightly surprised.

Walkmans in this era were not cheap. Even the most ordinary domestically made ones cost around one hundred yuan each, and they were the only ones with average sound quality. Ordinary people could not afford them at all.

"What made you buy this?"

"I saw Zeng Fang listening to English on a Walkman the other day. Today, I passed by a bookstore and saw one for sale, so I bought one for you. You can also use it to listen to English tapes in the future."

Seeing the man looking at her with hesitation after he finished speaking, Yun Mo turned to her niece who was writing on the stone table and said, "Chunhua, it's too dark in the yard. It's not good for your eyes. Go back to your room and write."

"good."

When Ling Chunhua returned to her room with her books and notebooks, Ling Chuan walked over to her, his dark eyes showing tenderness and flattery, "Momo, please don't be angry, okay?"

Although his wife didn't say a harsh word or give him the cold shoulder, he could feel that she was still angry with him.

Yun Mo wasn't actually that angry, she just felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to say, so she pretended to be unpacking her walkman and didn't respond to the man.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Ling Chuan just stood there, staring at her without blinking, like a criminal awaiting trial, with frustration and pity on his face.

The Walkman is silver-gray with a plastic shell. To Yun Mo, who has seen all kinds of smart technology and electronic products in the 21st century, this thing is both low-quality and useless. However, for people of this generation, especially girls of her age, owning a Walkman is something worth showing off.

Yun Mo put the Walkman into the box and looked up at the man, "Thank you."

She saw a light in the man's eyes, "Momo, are you not angry with me anymore?"

"I'm not angry."

Ling Chuan didn't know whether he believed it or not, and a bit of happiness appeared on his face. "Momo, you go study. I'll go to the warehouse to settle today's accounts."

"Um."

After returning to the house, Yun Mo put the Walkman on the bookshelf, and her mood inexplicably improved a lot.

—

Half an hour later, Ling Chunhua ran out of the room with the notebook. Through the window, she saw her aunt studying at the desk. She pursed her lips, thought for a while, then turned and ran towards the warehouse.

"uncle!"

Ling Chunhua handed over her little notebook. "My aunt taught me how to write my name and told me to fill a whole page with each character. I've finished it."

Ling Chuan put down the account book in his hand, took over his niece's small notebook, looked through it carefully, and a look of approval appeared on his face.

"Yes, very well written."

Ling Chunhua smiled shyly after receiving the compliment. She looked at the messy warehouse and said sensibly, "Uncle, let me help you sort it out."

"Okay, take a small basket and pick up everything that falls on the ground into the basket."

"Um!"

When it was almost 10 o'clock, there was a knock on the door. Ling Chunhua volunteered to run to open the door. When she saw that the person outside was Ling Jiang, she jumped for joy.

"dad!"

Seeing his daughter's cheerful and innocent look, Ling Jiang couldn't help but smile.

He bent down, picked up his daughter, stepped over the threshold, closed the door and asked his daughter what she was doing.

Ling Chunhua counted on her fingers, "My aunt and I went to see Erbai's eggs, wrote three pages of names, and helped my uncle organize things..."

Ling Chuan came out of the warehouse upon hearing the sound, and couldn't help feeling surprised when he saw Ling Jiang coming back.

"Brother, what's the matter with you coming here so late?"

The smile on Ling Jiang's face faded a little, revealing a bit of worry, but he couldn't explain it in detail in front of his daughter, so he just said: "It's nothing, you go ahead and do your work, we'll talk when you're done."

"Okay."

Ling Chuan was busy sorting out the accounts. Ling Jiang sat down and smoked a pipe, then cleaned up the warehouse with his daughter.

Time passes by little by little.

At half past ten, Ling Chuan suddenly put down the account book and pen in his hand.

Ling Jiang hurriedly asked: "Chuanzi, have you finished the account?"

"No, I'm going to help Momo heat up some milk."

“…”

Good.

"Momo, milk."

"Leave it there, I'll drink it later."

After saying that, Yun Mo suddenly thought of Ling Chunhua who was staying at her house, and turned to Ling Chuan and said, "Pour some for Chunhua in a bowl. She is in poor health, so any supplement is helpful."

Ling Chuan nodded, quickly went to the kitchen to get a clean small bowl, and poured one third of the milk in the cup.

After Ling Chuan left, Yun Mo picked up the cup of milk and continued answering questions while drinking.

Ling Chuan came to the warehouse with milk and called to his niece who was picking up jewelry: "Chun Hua, come here."

"Uncle!" Ling Chunhua immediately put down the bamboo basket in her hand and ran to him.

Ling Chuan squatted down and fed the bowl to his niece's mouth, "Come, drink the milk."

Hearing that the bowl was filled with milk, Ling Jiang couldn't help but be surprised, "Chuanzi, this is my sister-in-law's milk, why are you..."

"It was Momo who asked her to do so. She said Chunhua was in poor health."

Ling Jiang was stunned, and then his eyes became slightly moist.

(End of this chapter)