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"Your name is Zhaoyao, right? I heard from Xiaohan that you have been looking for a job recently, but you don't even have a job now?"

During the meal, Xue Hongyan couldn't help asking again.

"Auntie, I have found a job again!" Zhao Yao responded.

"So fast!"

Xue Han sighed in surprise.

Zhaoyao nodded, and said, "Yes, a friend introduced it for me. I have been working for two days."

Xue Hongyan continued to ask: "That's a good thing, what position is it, how much is it for a few months?"

"The director of the project department, a few thousand yuan, enough for my current life."

Zhaoyao said truthfully that for now, he is very satisfied to have such a job. On the basis of survival, he will have opportunities to work hard in the future.

At this time, Xue Hongyan seemed to have found an opportunity again, and began to teach Zhao Liqiang a lesson, saying:
"Look at your son, he's enough to be in charge. A few thousand dollars a month is enough to live on. You father and son really don't pursue the same thing..."

Xue Han's pretty face was slightly cold, and he said, "Mom, can you stop talking?"

Xue Hongyan glared at her and said, "Don't worry about our husband and wife's affairs, you little girl!"

Zhaoyao ate by himself, he tried his best to pretend nothing had happened, after all, he didn't come here to quarrel.

But Xue Hongyan didn't have such an awareness, she was still relentless, and said: "If you want me to say, it's all inherited from genes. You can see how outstanding my father is, and look at Xiao Han. I perfectly integrated the excellent genes of our Xue family. Pass it on!"

"Look at you father and son, each of you knows how to eat, and you don't have any self-motivation. I guess your dead wife is not doing well either!"

Zhaoyao raised her head suddenly, stared at Xue Hongyan with sharp eyes, and stood up from her seat.

"You can say him, because that's a matter between you and your husband."

"You can also accuse me, because this is the willful right of an elder."

"You don't have to care about your daughter's birthday, maybe all you care about is your own emotions."

"You don't have to care about Mr. Xue, because he didn't teach you what respect is and what education is!"

"But you can't talk about my mother. She has nothing to do with you. It's her departure that made you have your current husband. It's her upbringing that keeps me respecting you."

"Perhaps, you don't understand what the dead are the greatest."

Every sentence of Zhaoyao was clear and shocking, pointing directly at Xue Hongyan.

"What are you, dare to teach me here?" Even though her face was ashen, she could only say such an outrageous sentence weakly.

Zhaoyao ignored her, but looked at Xue Haotian who was sitting on the first seat.

"I understand it. No matter what your family members are, you choose to watch from the sidelines. You think you are a wise man who sees through the world. I have no opinion on you, but there is a disrespectful sentence. It depends on whether you want to hear it or not."

Although Xue Haotian is old, his eyes are piercing, staring at him firmly, and said: "Say."

Zhaoyao pursed her lips and said, "You just sit on the sidelines now, and what you have to do when you become a memorial tablet in the future seems to be not much different."

Xue Haotian's fists were tightly clenched together. These words were indeed unscrupulous.

"Grandpa..." Xue Han's eyes were red, and even she didn't know how to end the trouble at this point.

Xue Haotian raised his hand to stop her, keeping his eyes on Zhaoyao, and said, "What else do you think?"