"Fine, I've seen what your family is really like. Just you wait and see!"
Xiaoshuan's wife cursed and dragged Shigen away.
Fang Qing and the others went back inside to continue eating.
The next day, Fang Qing did not see Fang Shigen at the school, but she was stunned for a moment when she saw Fang Xiaodong.
It seems that after leaving her house yesterday, Xiaoshuan's wife went to Fang Xiaodong's house again, because Fang Xiaodong's cheeks were red and swollen, clearly indicating that he had been beaten.
Fang Xiaodong's eyes were filled with resentment when he met Fang Qing's gaze.
"It's all your fault!"
Fang Qing looked at her like she was an idiot.
Why is it all being blamed on her? I'm speechless.
Zhao Shi'an gave Fang Xiaodong a warning look, helped Fang Qing roll up the sleeves of her hand that was writing, and then put the hand warmer from his own hand on Fang Qing's other hand.
Fang Qing didn't think anything of it. Ever since she started living with Zhao Shi'an, he had always taken good care of her, and she gradually became familiar with him.
But Zhang Xiaoyi, watching them from behind, couldn't help but glance at Zhao Shi'an's back a few more times.
After all, he's not my biological brother. Isn't this a bit too inappropriate?
They're seven or eight years old already; they should avoid any appearance of impropriety.
As Zhang Xiaoyi was thinking this, he suddenly met Zhao Shi'an's gaze.
Zhao Shi'an's gaze was very intimidating when he looked at others.
A look in the eyes that even adults don't have.
It's creepy.
Zhang Xiaoyi looked away.
The teacher came over to teach them to recite, and seeing Fang Qing's obedient appearance, the teacher gave her a quiz.
Bean Sprout was still young, and the teacher didn't have high hopes for her. But when Fang Qing recited what he had taught her yesterday, he laughed and praised her a few times.
“Everyone should learn from Douya from now on. She’s only been here a few days and she’s already almost caught up with what you’ve accomplished in six months.”
A group of children laughed heartily, happy for Fang Qing that the teacher had praised her.
Fang Xiaodong, who was sitting behind Fang Qing, looked unpleasant.
As luck would have it, he had been at the private school for almost half a year when the teacher's words reached his ears, and he automatically interpreted them as the teacher saying that he was not as good as Fang Qing.
He already harbored hatred for Fang Qing, and now that his gaze was fixed on the back of Fang Qing's head, he wished he could smash Fang Qing's head.
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