Master Zhan was very angry and the consequences were serious.

Although Yan Zheng felt sorry for his sister, he knew Zhan Hanjue's temper all too well. If someone showed courtesy to Zheng Ling at this time, it would only prolong the cold war between Zhan Hanjue and Zheng Ling.

If no one pays attention to Zheng Ling, Zheng Ling and Zhan Hanjue will end up in a miserable situation, and even Zhan Hanjue's huge anger will disappear.

Zheng Ling walked slowly to Zhan Hanjue with small steps, and then said pitifully: "I haven't eaten yet."

Zhan Hanjue looked up at her and said coldly, "Grandma Boye didn't cook for you?"

Zheng Ling said pitifully: "I did it. I didn't eat it."

Zhan Hanjue stood up and went to the kitchen to serve Zheng Ling rice.

Putting the rice bowl in front of her, she sat down and started eating without saying a word.

Obviously, the anger has not subsided.

Zheng Ling looked at Zhan Hanjue. He ignored her, which made her feel very unhappy. Her meal was not good either.

Zheng Ling quickly sat down on the dining chair next to Zhan Hanjue, and Yan Zheng gave her a thumbs up. "Your miserable acting skills are getting better and better. You can win an Oscar gold medal."

Zheng Ling shook her fist at him, "Shut up."

When Zhan Hanjue came out, he saw Zheng Ling sitting on the chair next to him, with a helpless look in his eyes.

I obviously did something wrong, so who can show my innocence?

Zhan Hanjue angrily scolded: "Let go of my hand."

"Don't let go." Zheng Ling said lazily.

She secretly reached out to take his hand under the dining table, but Zhan Hanjue slapped her little hand away without mercy.

Zheng Ling persevered and tried to pull him back...

Lord Zhan Han stared at her, and the little girl looked at her with innocent eyes.

Zhan Hanjue glared at Zheng Ling: "Are you capable?"

Zheng Ling knew that she was in the wrong, so she avoided the sharp point and said softly and cutely: "Okay. I was wrong. Aren't I afraid that you would scold me? That's why I didn't dare to answer your call."

Zhan Hanjue said with a dark face, "You are not in good health. I asked you to take Fengxian for your own good."

Only then did Yan Zheng and Feng Xian realize that these two people seemed to be calm, but they were secretly competing.

Zhan Hanjue said angrily: "Why don't you answer my call?"

Zheng Ling said sophistry: "I didn't refuse to answer your call... and you didn't call me either?"

Fengxian shut up.

Zhan Hanjue felt that Zheng Ling's apology was too perfunctory and evasive, which made him even more angry.

Zheng Ling simply hugged him, looking at him with a pair of innocent eyes and smiling stupidly.

Zheng Ling said: "I know. But Fengxian is pregnant. I'm afraid that she will be unstable to the fetus after working so hard..."

Fengxian called out, "Sister Zhengling, the doctor said my fetus is very stable. I can run, jump and stay with you."

Zheng Ling glanced at her secretly.

...

Yan Zheng watched the two people struggling, and he stood up with a slap on the table, took out the broom from the corner, and walked towards Zheng Ling menacingly.

"Master Zhan, you are reluctant to teach her a lesson. Let me help you teach her a lesson. This damn girl knows how to lie after she has eaten all day and has nothing to do?"

"Brother Jue, don't be angry."

"I won't go anywhere tomorrow, I will stay at home with you."

"Can I wash and cook for you?"

Yan Zhengling was so frightened that she cried loudly, "Ah, help me. I will never dare to do it again."

Yan Zheng raised the broom and swung it towards Zheng Ling.


Chapter completed!