Chapter 183 Dad Was Wrong

。"When you fall, you don't cry out, now you cry out for what" "You...you...first let go!" 。Xiao Heng saw her stammer and suspicious appearance, a light flashed in his mind: "Hey, you wouldn't be ca...Jian Tong and Mrs. Jian were "reminiscing" in the garden, and Jian Zhen Dong didn't miss this opportunity either, having a chance to chat with Shen Xiu Jin.

The resources under the control of the Shen Group are exactly what Jian Zhendong urgently needs right now.

Shen Xiujin listened to Jian Zhen Dong's slightly ingratiating words, and for what Jian Zhen Dong wanted, Shen Xiujin had a clear understanding in his heart.

Jian Zhen Dong came this time, if he didn't ask him to do things, or didn't ask for anything, then it would be wrong. If this old man wasn't visiting with a purpose, then why If there was truly no purpose, then things were even more off. He needed to think about it... He took a sip of whiskey, his eyes glanced out the window, although he was dealing with Jian Zhen Dong, he also kept an eye on the outside from time to time.

Jian Zhen Dong followed his gaze, a thoughtful look in his eyes. He probed cautiously: "Is President Shen worried about Xiao Tong"

Upon hearing this, Shen Xiujin faintly retracted his gaze, looking at Jian Zhendong, and casually raised a polite smile.

Jian Zhen Dong was a discerning person, seeing this, he didn't press further. He changed the subject, bringing it back to their previous conversation: "That President Shen, in your opinion, about the new plan, could we possibly..."

Shen Xiujin's fingers rubbed against the rim of his wine glass, showing no intention of putting it down. "That would depend on what Xiao Tong thinks."

Jian Zhen Dong was full of surprise... Shen Xiu Jin cared so much about the child's opinion

As he was speaking, a cold wind blew in. Shen Xiuqin immediately put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, and strode over. "Butler, some hot milk."

While speaking, he hugged Jian Tong and covered her hand with his own, rubbing it warmly: "You can't stand the cold, yet you keep running outside. It's only because Mrs. Jian came that I let this slide. Next time, you aren't allowed to run to the garden to catch a chill."

Today the sun is very good, and the wind is still cold.

A torrent of nagging, it seems, was directed at Jian Tong for spending too much time in the garden. The Jian family couple on the side watched this scene unfold, their faces pale with shock… Who would have thought that Shen Xiu Jin, known for his taciturnity, coldness, and aloofness, could be so verbose and resemble a nagging old woman Was this really the cold and ruthless emperor everyone perceived him to be

Jian Tong was also stunned for a moment, somewhat dazed... When did this person become so talkative

More than just talkative, they are constantly chattering.

"Sir, hot milk," the butler approached silently, a tray in his hand bearing a cup of steaming milk.

Shen Xiuqin took it over: “Drink this first. After you finish, Mr. Jian has something to ask you.”

Jian Tong suddenly became fidgety and uncomfortable... He was rambling on, and in a way that seemed caring, but the more he did this, the more uncomfortable she felt.

He remained silent, raising his cup and drinking most of the milk before quietly preparing to place it back on the tray.

"Didn't Jianzong ask Xiaotong for help with something" Turning around, his attitude towards Jian Zhendong was completely different from his attitude towards Jian Tong. Jian Zhendong's face twitched, then he turned to look at Jian Tong again, "Xiaotong... Dad was wrong."

Plop!

With a sharp crack, the glass shattered, and time seemed to stand still.

Jian Tong didn't go to see Jian Zhen Dong. She silently stared at the broken glass shards on the ground, her eyes never leaving the mess.

"Dad was wrong"... Just right, it hit her sore spot.

To this day…her father, finally said, "He was wrong"!

Jian Tong had lost the will to think, she didn't even want to think about whether this "Dad was wrong" came from the heart.

Perhaps, after staring at the scattered pieces for too long, her eyes ached. She blinked, trying to ease the stinging sensation in her eyelids. "Wang Butler, I'm sorry, my hand slipped, I broke the cup and dirtied the floor. I'm tired, let me clean this up."

She spoke, her voice calm with no ups and downs, speaking slowly and deliberately. Listening closely, one could detect a hint of barely perceptible choked emotion in her rough voice.

Turning around, she walked upstairs. But just as she was about to step onto the stairs, she suddenly stopped. “Next week, I’ll be visiting Mrs. Jian.”

"Little one!" Both Mrs. Jian and Jian Zhen Dong exclaimed with surprise and delight in their eyes.

Jian Tong remained silent. As for what Jian Zhen Dong had asked her to do... she no longer wanted to hear it. As clever as she was, if Shen Xiu Jin was asking for her opinion... then she had already given it.

Whether it was from that one "Dad was wrong," or wanting to find out the truth, she had to go to the Jian family's home if she wanted to learn more. She had to "let go" of her anger.her brain was still in a state of shutdown.First, she blinked her eyes a few times, taking in her surroundings. Then, she turned her head to look around, her gaze landing on Shen Xiujin behind the des...