Chapter 190: The House Seller Who Came In

Jian Yi turned his cold, hard, emotionless face to the side, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a voice with no warmth at all: "What exactly did she call him."

The man glanced at him. There wasn’t much expression on Jian Yi’s indifferent face, but his gaze was so cold it was terrifying.

Yet it was precisely this that made him seem even more frightening.

The man’s back instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He steeled himself, took a deep breath, clenched his teeth and quickly said:

"Song Wanwan called the young master a stutter! After that, it was Lu Li who stood up for the young master, with Qu Qianqian and Zhang Yiming helping out from the side. So, those three kids probably really do want to be friends with the young master."

"A stutter?" Jian Yi’s deep eyes suddenly turned ice-cold, and a thin, cold smile slipped from his lips. "The Song Family sure raised a good daughter!"

Seeing this, Jian Chenglang clicked his tongue twice, seeming careless, but his eyes also went cold.

The Song Family was practically rushing headlong toward their own death!

Of all the people they could offend, they just had to provoke the one person they absolutely couldn’t touch—Little Yan.

Given his brother’s petty, vengeful nature, if he didn’t flay the Song Family alive over this account, his brother probably wouldn’t rest!

Still, the girl Lu Junhan acknowledged was actually pretty good, to think she’d stand up for Little Yan.

Looks like this favor, he’d have no choice but to owe it.

Over there, Little Lu Li, Qu Qianqian, and Zhang Yiming saw that the uncles had accepted their candies.

They immediately let out a sigh of relief and finally cheered up again.

This time Qin Xiyin had learned his lesson. No one knew where he’d found a little writing board; if he couldn’t speak, he’d just write.

Seeing this, he tilted his head, thought for a bit, pursed his little lips, and wrote one word at a time:

Don’t be scared, my dad and my little uncle won’t blame you. They’re really nice people.

Little Lu Li lowered her eyes. After reading it, she still couldn’t help apologizing in a tiny voice:

"I’m sorry, Little Yan, actually the uncles are all good people. We misunderstood them. But, why did your dad come to look for you now?"

Qu Qianqian also fell into confusion. "Yeah! It’s not even dismissal time yet, and how did your dad get into the school? Didn’t they say parents aren’t allowed inside?"

Hearing them, the little pretty boy pursed his lips. His fair, delicate little face was also full of confusion.

Yeah.

The school really didn’t let parents in.

And if you counted the time, Dad should still be at work outside right now...

So how could he be here?

He thought of what Ms. Qu had said earlier, that selling houses was exhausting, you had to beg people everywhere to buy them.

The little pretty boy pressed his small lips together tightly. A hint of worry flashed over his fair, delicate face, and he wrote:

My dad probably came in to beg the teacher to buy a house.

Qu Qianqian suddenly saw the light. "No wonder!"

Little Lu Li squatted on the ground, her little face extra worried. She plucked at the grass with her fingers, her soft baby voice muffled as she said:

"But—but the teacher is really bad, she even hits people. What if she doesn’t buy Uncle’s house and even beats Uncle up?"

A trace of terror flashed across Little Qin Xiyin’s delicate face, as if he had already imagined his dad being beaten to death by Xie Qin, blood flowing everywhere.

His eyes instantly turned red.

Qu Qianqian couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. Her big black eyes filled with a misty sheen as she choked softly:

"Th-then Uncle is so pitiful. We just... just hit him, and even called him a bad person... We’re not good kids—sob sob, Uncle’s way too miserable!"

Little Lu Li also started to cry.

Her eyes rimmed red, she took out all the candy she had left, sniffled sadly, and sobbed in her soft little voice:

"Uncle is really so miserable. Li Li... Li Li wants to give all her candy to Uncle. I-I’m going to go apologize to Uncle again, sob sob..."

Crying, Qu Qianqian also took out the seventeen candies she had left. "I-I’ll give all mine to Uncle too..."

"Don’t be scared, Little Yan," only Zhang Yiming patted his little chest, speaking very optimistically,

"If you ask me, later you just shouldn’t let your dad sell houses anymore, that’s way too dangerous! Have him come dig coal at my family’s construction site instead. He doesn’t have to beg anyone, it’s not dangerous, and he can make 200 bucks an hour!"