Zhuo Mingjin was afraid that Zhuo Yunfei would cry like this again, and the effect would not be good.

Can only bite the bullet and coax people.

"Feifei, get up quickly. You are a man. How can a man sit on the ground and cry."

"Wow-I won't get up, I am not a man, I am the little emperor! I am the little emperor!"

Zhuo Mingjin was speechless, and he didn't know who instilled these words into the children.

He now wished to find a rag to block Zhuo Yunfei's mouth.

"Feifei, even the little emperor is a boy. As long as he is a boy, he can't cry like this..."

Zhuo Mingjin persuaded him to drag the child up from the ground.

But Zhuo Yunfei's crying skills of sarcasm have been practiced since childhood.

Still relying on Zhuo Mingjin to drag him, the clothes on his body were almost torn, and the child couldn't drag him.

Xin Luo watched indifferently, and his impression of Zhuo Yunfei and his "parents" was even worse.

Just as the scene was very noisy, a gentle and anxious voice came from the crowd.

"Feifei, where's Feifei? Is Feifei crying?"

Zhuo Yunfei, who was still splashing on the ground, immediately bounced upon hearing this voice.

"Aunt! Aunt! Feifei is here, Feifei was bullied, and Aunt avenged Feifei!"

After Zhuo Yunfei got up, he immediately ran to the legs of the lady who had walked out of the crowd.

He threw himself into the arms of the lady, crying with tears and nose mixed together.

The lady dressed elegantly, saw her beloved little nephew cry like this.

I didn't care about the expensive dress on my body, so I picked up my little nephew and held him comfortably.

"Oh, Feifei doesn't cry, Auntie is here... Tell aunty, who is not long-eyed bullying you, Aunty will help you take revenge.

That was what Xiongzi waited for. With a face that was crying like a cat, he turned to look at Xin Luo.

Reached out and pointed, "It's her! She is the one who bullied me!"

The beautiful woman holding Zhuo Yunfei, looked in the direction of his fingers...

After a while, her hands slid, and the bear child in her arms fell to the ground.

"Wow... Feifei hurts!"

*

In a lounge above the banquet hall.

Xin Luo and Zhuo Yarong sat face to face.

She never expected that she would run into Zhuo Yarong here.

After all, beforehand, everyone thought Zhuo Yarong was still in Qinglong Temple.

Even Lu Yuchen and Lu Jiu didn't know that his wife would actually be here.

In the face of this, the former mother-in-law who once loved her and loved her.

Even Xin Luo, who had gone through four years of experience, didn't know what way to face her at this time.

In the end, it was Zhuo Yarong who broke the silence.

"Xin Luo, have you had a good four years?"

"I... are all fine."

"Really? Just have a good time."

Zhuo Yarong looked at her with complicated eyes, "Three years ago, Yu Chen announced your death. The only people who knew the truth were Lu Qi, Meng Ze, Zhang Ma, and me. There were no other people. "

Xin Luo understood that this was Zhuo Yarong explaining to her why Zhuo's family would not recognize her.

They are not actually ignorant of her face.

They just believed that the explosion three years ago was real.

Xinluo nodded lightly, "Mom, I understand."

"No, you don't understand."

Xin Luo was stunned, raising his eyes to look at Zhuo Yarong.

Immediately afterwards, she heard Zhuo Yarong say, "Tang Xinluo is dead, so you should call me Mrs. Lu."

Xin Luo:...