Shang Zhenhao looked at her with disappointment: "Child, a person is not afraid of making mistakes, but he is afraid that he will not change his mistakes." ”

Liangchen was silent, and waited for him to finish before she looked up: "Uncle, I am already twenty years old, and I have enough ability to take responsibility for my actions. ”

"Responsible?"

Mrs. Shang, who had been silent, threw her mobile phone heavily on the coffee table and looked at her with a sneer: "How are you responsible?"

"Your uncle's promotion report has come down, and Luo Fan's company's products are about to go on the market, and when I went out, those wives poked my backbone and asked, who in your family is not a mess. ”

"Su Liangchen, what about your upbringing, your courtesy, righteousness and shame? But the merchant is a big family, not a small citizen, you know what the merchant will face if this is exposed? What will your uncle face, it doesn't matter if you don't want to be embarrassed, don't get involved with us......

"Enough. Shang Zhenhao angrily interrupted her: "Liangchen is your niece, our raised child, even if there is a mistake, we didn't teach it well." ”

Mrs. Shang stood up and looked at Shang Zhenhao coldly: "Niece? I don't have such a shameless niece." When you brought her back, I said that she was a scourge like her mother, and you still didn't believe it, but now you believe it!"

"Sister Zeng Qing......"

"Mom......"

Two thick male voices in the living room, and a slightly broken voice interrupted her words, Shang Qiao stood in the living room at some point, and her sharp eyes looked at Mrs. Shang, like two scimitars, pressing people out of breath.

His deep voice sounded in the living room, knocking on everyone's heart: "Liangchen is a merchant, and I will be responsible for her affairs in the future." ”

Under Mrs. Shang's incredulous eyes, he walked up to Liangchen and saw her biting her lower lip, pinching the pieces of the teacup with both hands, and bright red blood flowed out and dripped on the ground along her fingers.

Shang Qiao felt a sharp pain in his chest, it was all his fault, he didn't think it through, and he put her in such a situation.

Gently wrenched her hand away and whispered, "Good day, let go." ”

Liangchen's pale face looked up sluggishly, and it collided with Shang Qiao's sight, she woke up suddenly, as if she had touched a hot potato, and immediately got up and shook off his hand.

The sound of the clock turning could be heard quietly in the living room, she lowered her head, suppressed all the bitterness in her heart, got up and said to everyone in the living room, and even said to herself: "I will not embarrass you and lose face." ”

Shang Qiao's eyes immediately sharpened, he stood up and looked straight at her, Shang Zhenhao was also frightened by Liangchen's actions, and glared at Mrs. Shang fiercely: "Liangchen, your aunt is like that, she doesn't mean anything else." ”

Liangchen's pale face showed an understanding smile: "I know Auntie didn't mean that, uncle, I'm a little tired, so I'll go up and rest first." ”

Liangchen straightened his back and strode upstairs, Shang Zhenhao said to Shang Qiao uneasily: "You go up and have a look, and help her with medicine by the way." ”

Looking at the backs one after the other, Mrs. Shang was even more angry: "Am I wrong, her mother was messing around with others back then and was burned to death......

"You're still ...... done"

The sound of the quarrel downstairs is like a small needle densely piercing into Liangchen's ears, so piercing and piercing.

She closed the door, leaned heavily against it, and slowly crouched in the corner, buried her head in the crook of her arm, and tried to tell herself, don't cry, don't cry.