The group of people present stared at her intently, with smiles on their faces like Zhou Sheng, but then they turned their fake smiles into a weird one.
Admit that the news that just broke out frightened them a little. But what kind of person is it for a little girl like you to speak so arrogantly in front of a group of elders?
Even if you graduate and become a doctor, what can you do to us?
We uncles and aunts eat many more kilograms of rice than you, and we know very well what this society is like.
In a word, these people don't like her parents or her at all. If they like this person, they will definitely encourage her in public like her teachers and seniors when they hear her talking about her ambitions and dreams.
If she is disliked, then she is disliked. Why should she and her parents try to please these people? You hate me, and I hate you even more.
Xie Wanying said to her father again: "Dad, let's go."
This time her tone was commanding.
After his daughter seemed to have drunk it, Xie Changrong widened his eyes.
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"Your daughter asked you to leave, Old Xie." The guests around him started to make a noise and said to him with laughter.
Her father is very much like Kong Yiji in Lu Xun's works. He was teased by others, but he thought he was not bad and could fit in with this group. He was dreaming and drinking all day long. Only by soaking in alcohol could he escape from the real world.
Once a person fails, he will be in a state worse than a rat crossing the street wherever he goes. This is the most realistic portrayal of her father's life.
Once again, it proves that what her mother said is correct, her father's brain is forced. This society is very cruel, winners are kings and losers are bandits, and no failure is accepted.
"I, I won't leave—" Xie Changrong staggered and sat down.
After being laughed at like this, he no longer cared about his daughter and only cared about the little face he had left.
He pounded his fist down on the table to stop these people from laughing at him, and threatened: "There's no way she'll let me go!"
This scene on the scene is enough to confirm where the problem lies.
"You guys have no conscience."
Chang Jiawei said with a frown.
After hearing what he said, the people present felt as if they were pricked by a needle. Their faces turned red. Everyone, whether sitting or standing, shouted back, "We have no conscience? Who are you?"
"Why are you laughing at him when you see him drinking like this?" Chang Jiawei retorted angrily.
After all, the spinal surgery he is in can be classified as a branch of neurosurgery, which studies the human brain.
To be precise, this group of people is even more vicious than Xie's high school classmates. This is because this group of people are not young, they have rich social experience and are better at destroying individuals.
"When we saw him so drunk, we immediately notified his daughter to pick him up." Zhou Sheng pointed to the ceiling and swore that he was his savior.
"Yes, yes, yes." The group of people followed closely and responded to Zhou Sheng, "We all advised him to drink less. You are the one who is speaking without conscience."
Instead of trying to persuade them earlier, and waiting until the blow was severe enough, you called their family members over and continued to add fuel to the fire. Can you say that you have a conscience?
"Dad." Xie Wanying walked over and said to her father, the person who tied the bell must be the one who can untie it. The most important thing for a person is to be self-reliant and self-reliant to solve the problem by himself. Her father must get rid of all this by himself, and he must not rely on drinking but "You don't have to talk to these people. Isn't it better for you to talk to my teacher in the capital?"
Chang Jiawei was inspired by her and immediately sorted out his thoughts. He stepped forward to help: "Yes, uncle, talking to me is tens of thousands times better than talking to them."
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