To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Chenghui was startled again, subconsciously, he resisted this thought: Peizhen, I didn't—

If not, why don't you help me vent your anger? Su Peizhen now believes that what Xiang Caiping said is true: You really love that woman, so now you would rather watch me being bullied than help me. I vent my anger, don't I?

Peizhen. What is this? Su Chenghui went to hold her hand: Calm down, many things are not what you think. I let you forget it because I don't want you to conflict with her, after all, she—

After all, she is Su Qingsang's mother, the woman you love the most, right?

Su Peizhen waved Su Chenghui's hand away. She had been living a smooth life for the first half of her life. If you want wind, you need rain.

But recently, she has kicked the biggest iron plate one after another, and now she is gaining face by her most respected father.

Peizhen, things are not what you think.

Seeing Su Peizhen like this, Su Chenghui also had some headaches, and he was about to tell the whole story that had been buried in his heart all the time.

Dad, stop making excuses and excuses for yourself. You can't explain yourself because I'm right, I'm all right. Are you?

Su Peizhen couldn't take it anymore. She just felt hurt, huge hurt.

Dad, you just watch an outsider bully me like this. Are you worthy of me and my mother?

Su Chenghui's eyes widened, and he took a step forward, as if he wanted to explain: Peizhen, listen to me, in fact, in fact—

Su Pei really didn't listen to Yang, Su Chenghui was a little anxious. That desperate determination reached its highest point at this time.

Peizhen, you may not believe what I'm going to say next, but it's true. I—

Su Peizhen's cell phone rang at this moment, and Su Peizhen was impatient to listen to Su Chenghui's explanation. She avoided him and went to answer the phone on the other side.

Peizhen, I heard you're back? Where are you?

It was Li Qianxue who called, and Su Pei really seemed to have found an outlet, and he couldn't restrain himself anymore when facing Li Qianxue.

mom--

Peizhen, what's wrong with you?

Li Qianxue had never heard her daughter cry like this, not even when she broke off her engagement with Chou Yanbo.

me--

Peizhen. Su Chenghui took a step forward at this moment, looked at Su Peizhen, and kept giving her winks.

Mom, I was bullied.

Su Peizhen didn't see Su Chenghui's wink. Since Su Chenghui refused to make decisions for her, she should find someone who could make decisions for her.

Are you with your father? You wait a minute. I'll be right over.

Li Qianxue heard Su Peizhen's complaint just now, and said without thinking: Are you in the company? Wait for me for a few minutes. I happen to be nearby.

Su Peizhen hung up the phone, and when he hesitated to speak to Su Chenghui's face, there was an uncontrollable resentment on his face.

Dad, since you don't want to stand up for me, I have no choice but to let my mother stand up for me.

Peizhen. You—

Su Chenghui knew that Li Qianxue would come over, so he couldn't say a word that he wanted to tell Su Peizhen.

He rubbed the space between his brows wearily, and suddenly felt a huge sense of powerlessness.

He still knows Li Qianxue's personality, but now the situation is getting out of control.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Qianxue appeared in Su Chenghui's office. Seeing the five finger prints on Su Peizhen's face, her entire face turned livid.

Who hit it?

Third watch. . . Ask for a recommendation ticket. The recent data is really not strong. I'm so heartbroken by you.