Duan Zihui coughed.
Zhuzhu looked at him in confusion, her big, dark eyes wide open.
“Dad, are you sick?”
Duan Zihui: “…No, Dad just wants to say that everyone has their own strengths, just like your Mom. Even though she seems useless, she treats you very well and can dress you up beautifully. She has her strengths, doesn’t she?”
Xie Qingyu was holding an eyeshadow palette in her hand. When she heard Duan Zihui using herself as an example, she almost wanted to throw the eyeshadow palette at him.
She teased him bluntly, “Then you admit that you can’t compare to others.”
Duan Zihui said faintly, “He’s not as good as you think.”
“You know Chongchong’s father? How do you know he’s not that good?”
Xie Qingyu looked at him as if he were just trying to make excuses for himself, and sneered.
“I don’t know.” Duan Zihui didn’t want to know this person at all.
After Xie Qingyu fixed her hair, put on makeup, and put on a light yellow skirt, she took her child to have breakfast.
Her father bought them steamed dumplings and pork ribs and corn porridge, which looked delicious.
Zhuzhu was in a very happy mood as she ate the breakfast made by Aunt He and the breakfast bought by her father.
As she was enjoying her meal, Zhuzhu suddenly asked, “Dad, Chongchong’s father can cook. Can you cook too?”
Duan Zihui hadn’t eaten breakfast before returning, so now he was eating with them at the table.
After hearing Zhuzhu’s words, he paused for a moment and said, “Of course, Dad doesn’t know how to do such trivial things.”
“Only someone like Xu Yi would have that much free time.”
Zhuzhu was surprised: “Dad, you know Chongchong’s dad.”
He even knew Chongchong’s father’s name. How could he not know him?
Duan Zihui sneered, “I don’t know him. Dad doesn’t want to know this guy.”
Xie Qingyu sneered: “Your Dad must be jealous because he heard us say such great things about Chongchong’s dad.”
Although she was also a little confused that Chongchong’s father actually knew him.
The identities of these two people are very different, and they are not in the same city, so logically, they shouldn’t know each other.
But Xie Qingyu felt that she was not very familiar with Duan Zihui, so she naturally would not ask him too many gossip questions.
Duan Zihui wanted to refute, but the more he refuted, the less confident he seemed.
So he didn’t say much.
After finishing breakfast, they packed up and went out.
Xie Qingyu was too lazy to drive, so she asked Duan Zihui to drive.
The class was held in a training institution inside a shopping mall. When they arrived, Chongchong had already arrived with his parents.
He was chatting with the other children in the crowd.
As soon as Zhuzhu saw Chongchong, she greeted him happily: “Chongchong.”
Fate is really a magical thing.
For example, last night, Duan Zihui wanted to ask Xu Yi out for a drink, but he failed to make the appointment.
For example, today, he didn’t want to see the idiot Xu Yi at all, yet he haunted him like a ghost.
Because he was in such a bad mood just now, he didn’t give Xu Yi a good look when he saw him.
Xu Yi has never been a very friendly person. Seeing Duan Zihui’s bad face, he was too lazy to offend him.
After frowning, he continued to pay attention to his son.
“Students who have just arrived, please come and sign in.”
This wasn’t Zhuzhu’s first time here, so she naturally walked over as if she was familiar with the place.
While saying her name, she asked, “Teacher, what are we going to do today? Are we going to make clay again?”
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