Now that I think about it, my stepmother is really well-intentioned, taking advantage of her young age and no ability to distinguish between right and wrong, openly and secretly provoking the relationship between her and her father.

Otherwise, according to her father's love for her, how could she really be ruthless to kick her out of the house in the first place.

The precious blood relationship between relatives is actually the same as ordinary interpersonal relationships, and it also needs to be painstakingly maintained and co-opted, who in this world can be like her grandfather and her mother, who can really trust her unconditionally, love, and treat her well without asking for anything in return?

In the last life, I only hated that she woke up too late, people are always like this, and only when they really lose can they have an epiphany of things that they couldn't understand before.

Yang Jingjing followed her father into the study.

Yang Xu's study area is smaller than that of Old Man Yang's, sitting in an east-facing west-facing layout. The desk is placed on the left side, away from the window, next to the desk is a set of grounded large bookshelves, on which are stacked full of folders, the recent ones are placed in the middle position, and they can be reached by turning around, and the previous ones are uniformly placed in a high place.

Yang Xu's desk was the most popular boss desk at the time, made of solid wood and dark brown color, and there was no computer yet, only a row of plastic file shelves and a boxy black landline phone.

On the right side of the wall is a black leather sofa, which looks very new, and it must have been added recently.

Yang Xu asked Yang Jingjing to sit on the sofa, afraid that she would be bored, and deliberately called up his mobile phone to play a stand-alone game for her.

Yang Jingjing looked at the Tetris falling in the mobile phone, a little crying and laughing, she pretended not to understand, and seriously asked how to use the mobile phone, and then she fiddled with her head.

The mobile phone that my father used at this time was the old Nokia tablet, Yang Jingjing didn't have much impression of the mobile phone, she was bored and played the game for a while, looked up at her father, her father was busy talking on the phone to deal with things, she retracted her gaze, and silently exited the game interface.

The current mobile phone does not have a camera function, Yang Jingjing opened the address book, the rows of names on it, she was a little dizzy, she quit, and turned to the SMS interface.

There were only a dozen messages in the outbox, and there were more than 90 short messages in the inbox.

Yang Jingjing casually clicked on it and looked at it, stunned.

The sender's position is a unified arrangement of Xuefang, from beginning to end, except for a few messages mixed in the middle or sent by colleagues or friends, the rest are all messages sent by Zhao Xuefang.

Yang Jingjing glanced at the sending time of the first message, and then deliberately looked at the last message, speechless.

The span between the dates is only half a month, and the stepmother is sending a message to her father if she is fine.

Yang Jingjing snorted coldly in her heart, and started to look through the first piece of information.

After only reading a few articles, Yang Jingjing couldn't stand it anymore, she exited the text message interface, and switched back to the game, staring at the falling Tetris in a daze.

It is not for nothing that Zhao Xuefang can gain a firm foothold in the Yang family and win everyone's praise and love, her scheming, her means, whether it is internal or external, are all in detail, and people can't find out what is wrong.

is to ask her grandfather, who is closest to her, and she can't do it like Zhao Xuefang shush her father, not because she doesn't want to do it, but she can't think of it at all.