No one expected Mu Yan to bring up old grievances, giving no regard at all to Zhuang Shaoyang, Liang Rong, or Zhuang Chujiao, and could even say that she directly tore the facade apart, unwilling to even pretend to be polite.
Zhuang Shaoyang looked at Mu Yan’s sardonic smile and opened his mouth, "Nuannuan, it’s not like what you think."
"Then what is it like?" Mu Yan raised an eyebrow.
"Nuannuan, don’t make things difficult for your dad. I know Jiaojiao was wrong in this matter, and I apologize on her behalf." Liang Rong suddenly spoke, her face full of guilt.
Mu Yan glanced at her, "Apologize?"
She chuckled softly, "Oh right, in so people’s minds, no matter how disgusting their actions, an apology is all it takes to be done with it."
"Nuannuan..." Liang Rong looked at her in shock, her expression sowhat hurt.
Noticing this, Zhuang Shaoyang frowned and said, "Nuannuan, watch how you speak."
"Shao Yang, don’t bla Nuannuan, it’s all Jiaojiao and my fault." Liang Rong said softly.
"It’s not." Zhuang Shaoyang quickly responded.
Seeing his anxious deanor, Mu Yan understood why her mom lost to this woman. Such a pure, innocent act, this woman knew best how to evoke a man’s pity.
She closed her eyes for a mont; the air seed polluted, making it hard for her to breathe.
"Let’s move out."
The living room was very quiet, but her words, though spoken softly, were heard by everyone there.
"Nuannuan." Mrs. Zhuang shouted.
"Nuannuan, there are rooms at ho, why do you want to move out again?" Ruan Xinyu said, frowning.
She looked at Zhuang Shaoyang and Liang Rong with displeasure, feeling disgusted. Couldn’t these two flirt at another ti rather than right in front of Nuannuan, as if the child’s wounds weren’t enough?
Zhuang Shaoyang looked a little hurt as he stared at Mu Yan, "Nuannuan, are you still blaming ?"
Mu Yan shook her head, "No."
Zhuang Shaoyang’s face showed a hint of joy, albeit with so doubt, "Then you..."
"You’re not that important to , it’s just sickening to see a scumbag and a cheap woman flaunting their affection in front of ." Mu Yan opened her eyes and looked at him, her gaze cold.
Zhuang Shaoyang’s face alternated between pale and flushed, "Did you just call ... what?"
Mu Yan’s lips curled slightly as she looked at him and, word for word, said, "I called you a scumbag."
She then pointed at Liang Rong, "And she’s a cheap woman, am I wrong?"
"You..." Zhuang Shaoyang was furious, raising his hand to hit Mu Yan.
Mu Yan stared dead straight at him, unafraid.
"Shao Yang, what do you think you’re doing!" Mrs. Zhuang said angrily.
"Shao Yang, don’t!" Liang Rong grabbed his arm, "If you hit her with that hand, Nuannuan will never acknowledge you again. It’s all my fault, I’m to bla, I’ll leave."
"It has nothing to do with you." Zhuang Shaoyang said in a low voice.
He stared intensely at Mu Yan, angrily saying, "No matter what, I’m still the father who gave birth to and raised you, is that how you talk to your father?"
Mu Yan frowned slightly, "Did you forget what I said last ti? I don’t have a father like you, please don’t ever claim to be my father, it causes intense discomfort."
"Nuannuan, what did you say?" Mrs. Zhuang exclaid.
The others were equally shocked as they looked at Mu Yan; they couldn’t believe what they were hearing.
Even though they knew the father-daughter relationship was bad, surely it couldn’t be this bad, after all, blood is thicker than water, and their parents’ divorce was an adult matter.
Yes, she was just angry, she didn’t really an it.
But Zhuang Shaoyang didn’t think so; he believed she ant it.
Heartbroken and furious, his temper flared up, and he was about to slap her when suddenly a hand restrained his.
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