CHAPTER 2220: 2220. THE LOVE OF THE YOUNGER GENERATION, VERY SWEET (133)

Why does the screenwriter have to follow the group?

If that kid’s handwriting isn’t involved, he’s a big shot for nothing.

Lu Moqing felt more and more displeased as he thought about it, always feeling like his carefully cultivated little cabbage was taken by the little fat pig.

When Lu Xinyou heard her daughter accusing her daddy, she paused for a moment, instinctively wanting to deny it:

"I didn’t!"

"Heh."

Another cold sneer, Lu Moqing’s deep gaze looked at his daughter.

Since Lu Moqing stepped down from the Lu family and handed over his position to his son, he rarely showed this kind of gaze that could probe into people’s hearts, especially in front of his precious daughter.

As a result, the always well-behaved Lu Xinyou, who was usually like a little white rabbit, almost couldn’t resist her dad’s gaze.

"Tell your daddy, did you take a fancy to that Tang family’s boy?"

"Of course, I’m his wife fan."

Lu Xinyou blurted out from the bottom of her heart.

Usually, she would be very forthright with this kind of response, but she didn’t know why, when facing her dad’s all-seeing gaze, she felt incredibly guilty.

Her eyes seemed to have nowhere to hide, dodging around.

"I think you want to get rid of the ’fan’ word."

Lu Xinyou: "..."

She never realized before that her dad could be so amazing at teasing people.

"Oh, daddy, what are you thinking? Even if your daughter is interested in him, he isn’t interested in me."

Lu Xinyou’s words directly ignited Lu Ba’s lungs --

"That little fatty doesn’t think highly of my daughter? Where did he get that much face!"

Lu Xinyou: "..."

Wait. Little...little fatty?

Could the person daddy was talking about be Tang Jingxing?

In Lu Xinyou’s mind, imagining that tall, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted man with a radiant appearance, she couldn’t connect him to the three words "little fat pig."

"Why are you attacking him personally, daddy?"

Lu Moqing: "..."

Daughters can’t be kept at home!

As the conversation between the daughter, who elbowed her way outwards, and Lu Moqing continued, he strongly believed that they might turn against each other.

At this time, Qiaoxu returned from outside.

Seeing the unhappy expression of the daughter slave in the living room, he raised his eyebrows with interest.

It’s rare to see Lu the big shot put on a straight face in front of his daughter.

"What’s wrong, Mr. Lu?"

Qiaoxu sat down beside Lu Moqing, curious.

"Ask your daughter."

Qiaoxu turned his gaze to Lu Xinyou on the side.

Lu Xinyou helplessly explained the situation to Qiaoxu, and then said:

"Mommy, I’ll be back in just one week."

Qiaoxu glanced at Lu Moqing, fell silent for a moment, and then said:

"Youyou, there’s something I need to make clear to you."

Seeing her birth mother’s sudden heavy expression, Lu Xinyou’s heart sank.

"What’s wrong, mommy?"

Why did mommy have an expression as if something big had happened?

"Mommy won’t hide it from you, we owe the Tang family a big favor."

Lu Moqing, who was in a sulky mood: "???"

When did they owe the Tang family a big favor?

How come he didn’t know?

"We owe the Tang family?"

How come the Lu family, with their big businesses and fortunes, owed the Tang family?

Isn’t the husband’s family... very poor?

"Mommy hasn’t told you, more than twenty years ago, a major incident occurred, and your dad almost... "

Qiaoxu didn’t dare to say such inauspicious words.

Although she had the intention to tease her daughter, when she really thought back to that incident, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge in her heart.