Gu Junzhu leaned into the corner of his mouth and looked cold: "I think he has other ideas."

Xie Jinfei asked: "What other thoughts?"

Gu Junzhu sneered and said nothing.

Ye Xingbei hugged Xiao Shuerer, saw Gu Qingrun put medicine on Xiao Shuerer, and whispered: "I think Xiao Ci is getting less and less talkative at home recently, and he doesn't play with Xiao Shuerer and others. He locks himself in the study and draws when he has time."

"Yes," Qin Junye said: "We called him to go out with us. He always said that Grandpa Zhai assigned him homework and asked him to draw. Why did Grandpa Zhai assigned him so much homework? He always painted, painted, and painted endlessly."

Ye Xingbei sighed and looked up at Gu Junzhu: "Ask Xiaochi, where did Xiaoci go? He is still a child. No matter whether he is right or wrong, we cannot ignore him."

Gu Junzhu nodded, took out his cell phone and called Gu Chi: "Where is Xiaoci?"

"I ran out of my house, and I followed him," Gu Chi said: "After he ran out, he took a taxi by himself and looked at the direction. He probably wanted to go to Zhai's home."

"Okay, I understand," Gu Junzhu said: "Just send someone to follow him, you can come back."

"Okay, young master, I understand." Gu Chi responded.

Gu Junzhu hung up his phone and said, "I'm going to Zhai's hometown."

"Oh..." Ye Xingbei sighed again: "I think so, in the capital, if he is not familiar with the place, he can go to Zhai's hometown."

Gu Junzhu didn't say anything.

Seeing Gu Qingrun treating the wound of the little tree seedling, he carried the unhappy little tree seedling into his arms, looked down at him and said, "Son, don't be unhappy. You did the right thing today. Dad is proud to have such a caring and sensible son as you!"

"I'm not right," Xiaoshuer said depressedly: "I accidentally dripped the watermelon juice on the painting that Brother Xiaoci had worked hard to make Brother Xiaoci angry."

"You are indeed wrong to drop watermelon juice on Brother Xiaoci's painting," Gu Junzhu asked: "But have you apologized to Brother Xiaoci?"

"Yes," Xiao Shumeier nodded: "I apologize to Brother Xiaoci."

"If you do something wrong, apologize seriously and find a way to make up for it, you are a good child," Gu Junzhu said: "When you heard that the painting you worked hard in Qiuci dripped with watermelon juice, it was right that he should be angry, but he shouldn't push you and hurt you, so it was him who was wrong, not you."

Speaking of this, he was full of anger.

He raised these children to raise his sons to raise his right-hand man, not to raise his ancestors for their family!

Not to mention that painting, it was just the homework assigned by Mr. Zhai to Wen Qiuci. It would be dirty if it was dirty. At worst, it could be painted again. Even if it was a peerless painting, it was worth millions or tens of millions. His son was dirty and damaged, and he couldn't bear to touch a finger of his son, but Wen Qiuci pushed it to the wall and hurt his head.

He spoiled these children so much that they made them forget what they were.

He is not a philanthropist, he is idle and has nothing to do to raise his little ancestors to play with!

Wen Qiuci wanted too much, and he couldn't tolerate the family.
Chapter completed!