His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

As a result, after Jiang Ling knew that he took the broom, the culprits had disappeared.

It is estimated that the child ran away because he was afraid of being scolded.

Jiang Lingzhi lowered his eyes and swept the broom.

He probably heard the movement upstairs, and someone came over soon.

Mrs. Jiang came over.

"What's wrong here?"

After seeing the fragments on the ground, her face showed heartache, and she looked up at Jiang Lingzhi, and began to accuse indiscriminately: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Lingzhi was taken aback for a moment, and explained: "Grandma, this vase..."

Before she finished speaking, the old lady interrupted her, her voice trembling: "I told you a long time ago, don’t touch things at home, don’t you know that this vase is for a big price." Come back?"

Hundreds of thousands of vases were thrown away like this and disappeared.

The more the old lady looked, the more angry she became. Don't mention how heartache she was at the moment, so she decided that she was the one who did it: "Tell me about you, what are you doing in your grandpa's study?"

Knowing that grandma misunderstood that the vase was broken by her.

Jiang Lingzhi tried to explain: "I didn't drop this vase. It was because there were a few children just now..."

"Why, you still know that you broke the vase and want to shirk responsibility? Where is the child? Where is the child? I saw you alone!" the old lady said angrily.

Jiang Lingzhi pursed her lower lip, and fell silent.

Suddenly it feels so cold.

Just because of grandma's attitude.

Not to mention, she didn't break this vase.

Ten thousand steps back, even if the vase was really broken by her, her grandmother would scold her as soon as she came over, regardless of whether she was hurt or not.

If Jiang Che broke the vase, it is estimated that the old lady would have no complaints.

I hated her anyway, so I decided that she broke the vase.

Not even giving her an opportunity to explain.

Probably because of the anger, the old lady cursed without a word: "It's really a loss of money. What kind of sin has been done? Does our Jiang family have enemies with you?"

Jiang Ling knew what he originally wanted to explain, but the curvature of his lips gradually became straight.

She probably doesn't know how hurtful a few simple words are.

Hearing the movement, other people downstairs also rushed over.

Seeing the fragments on the floor of the study, the old man stomped on the cane in his hand: "What's the matter? Why is this vase broken?"

Old lady Jiang failed to calm down, and said angrily: "Ask your good granddaughter!"

"You did it?" The old gentleman glared at Jiang Lingzhi, "Who let you into my study!"

Jiang Ling knew that there was a fire in his heart, and then explained, "I didn't break this vase."

"Isn't you who you are? You are the only one here, staying in the room all day long, not knowing what you are doing.

Mr. Jiang was very displeased with her, and he simply pointed out all the dissatisfaction with her: "We have treated you badly or something, this is a big Chinese New Year, and there is no smiling face all day long, so bitterly, who will show it? ?"

Jiang Puqing also rushed over, and from a distance he saw Jiang Lingzhi with red eyes, and shielded her behind him: "What's wrong?"

Mrs. Jiang finally calmed down a bit, and she was not so angry at her son: "She, she broke your dad's vase, so I just said a few words to her."

Jiang Puqing glanced at the fragments on the ground, then immediately looked back at her, and asked softly, "Isn't it hurt?"