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At the entrance, Zhang Wanning stood on the insole, buried her head in her chest, and returned to her sister's cold look, waiting for the judgment to come.

"You're back?" Mother Zhang raised her eyes, turned sideways, and said in a scolding tone, "Girls should look like girls. Several of my friends said that nowadays, high-quality boys like girls who are well-behaved and sensible."

"Also, if you don't go to piano practice and etiquette class, what do you want to do?"

"I know how to hang out with your friends every day. I don't think those girls come from wealthy families."

"..."

When she heard the first sentence, a "high-quality male courtship video" popped up in Zhang Wanning's mind. She felt chills and stopped listening. She thought to herself, a good boy like Zhouzhou likes me!

However, Zhang's mother still talks about some clichés and inexplicable things. Zhang Wanning has long been immune to it. In the early years, she would be sad because her mother said something about herself. After so many years, listening to her mother endlessly belittling her favorite father, these words of her mother have long been ignored.

"In the future, you must find a husband who is better than your father. You see, my friend's husband earns more than 1 million a month and lives in a villa."

"Let me tell you, it's your father who has delayed our family. If your father had the ability, we would have moved to a better house long ago."

But Zhang Wanning also knew about this matter. At that time, her mother said she wanted to sell her house and open a beauty salon, but her father disagreed and they had a big quarrel.

After her father passed away, her mother took the compensation and money from selling her house and invested in a beauty salon. Later, when she made money, she always felt that her father was dragging her down.

But Zhang Wanning didn't think that in her memory, her father's big hands were soft and he always smiled and comforted her.

"Ning Ning, it doesn't matter if you don't get good grades, you will have a father in the future!"

"Ning Ning, I'm cooking. You go to the sofa and watch TV first."

Her father is always so warm, and she doesn’t understand what her mother means by excellence. She only knows that her father is the best!

"Go back to your room, mom is doing this for your own good!"

After saying that, Zhang Yuehua supported the sofa with both hands, stood up, and walked back to the room, never looking at the two of them again.

It wasn't until the noise disappeared that Zhang Wanning came back to her senses. She subconsciously raised her head and looked at her sister. Her sister's fair face had red eyelids and drooped almond-shaped eyes, looking sad.

She could not care about her mother's words because her mother had not treated her well over the years. But when she saw the sadness written on her sister's face, which was exactly like hers, she couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken.

When Zhang Wan Ning squatted down and put on his slippers, her sister had already walked over and leaned close to her ear. Her voice was so low that only two people could hear her.

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