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"Ziyue. Why are you...here?" Sang Zhi frowned, a little surprised.

Zhuo Ziyue was still wearing a children's mask, showing his round eyes, winked at her, and rushed towards her with a thick nasal voice.

"Zhizhi, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, and his heart softened.

"Ziyue, why are you here? Did your father send you here?"

Sang Zhi subconsciously frowned, a little confused.

Zhuo Yijing had previously said that she deliberately approached his son, but the implication was that she wanted to keep distance between her and Zhuo Ziyue.

And didn’t you already make it clear in the morning?

"no."

Zhuo Ziyue shook his head, hugged Sangzhi's thigh tightly, and said in a soft voice, "I took a taxi myself, but my father didn't let me come..."

"..."

Sang Zhi frowned, a little helpless, but also breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuo Yijing didn't let him come over, which meant that he really wanted to "break off the relationship" with her.

"Then you came to me secretly. Does your father know?"

"do not know……"

Zhuo Ziyue silently said sorry in his heart.

He will never lie to Zhizhi again.

It's all his father's fault. He insisted on saying that, and even said that if he didn't do as he said, he would be packed and sent back to California.

"It's too dangerous for a kid like you to take a taxi. You...can't do that anymore. There are a lot of human traffickers out there."

Sang Zhi sighed softly and reached out to rub his cheek.

Zhuo Ziyue nodded obediently.

It was his father, the trafficker, who sent him here.

"Go ahead."

Sangzhi touched his head affectionately.

"Wow, Zhizhi, you still have cake at home!"

Zhuo Ziyue's eyes lit up when he saw the cake.

"Whose birthday is it?"

Sang Zhi shook his head: "No."

"Why didn't you go to school today? You're still wearing a mask. Are you sick?" Sang Zhi was a little surprised.

Zhuo Ziyue nodded, pursed his lips, and shrugged, "Last night, in order to comfort my great-grandpa, I slept with him. As a result, my great-grandpa snatched the quilt from me in the middle of the night... which caused me to catch a cold."

"Coax your great-grandfather?"

Sang Zhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Yes! Dad made my great-grandpa angry. There was a family dinner last night, and there were guests. Dad didn't care that he came back late, and even left the party early. He left that Aunt Meng in the middle, and my great-grandfather was very angry. "

Zhuo Ziyue said seriously, putting the cake into his mouth as he spoke.

Sang Zhi's face changed slightly, her palms subconsciously tightened, and she looked at Zhuo Ziyue with a complicated expression.

Last night at the Zhuo family dinner...he was late.

He also took her to dinner and sent her back downstairs. It was already late when he went back...

When I returned, the guests were still there.

Maybe he didn't sit there for long before Xing Jingnan told him... that she was "homeless" and living in a hotel, and then Zhuo Yijing went to find her again and left the guest behind?

Is that right?

Sang Zhi pursed her lips, with mixed emotions in her eyes.

"I really don't know how my father could be so rude and graceless."

Zhuo Ziyue sighed softly, looking melancholy and speechless.

"Then does your great-grandfather blame him?"

Sangzhi asked in a low voice.

"More than that. If my father hadn't gone back since then... my great-grandfather might have had to take care of him."

Zhuo Ziyue lowered his head and ate the cake, with a smile on his face.

Sang Zhi couldn't laugh anymore.

She didn't expect that so many things happened last night... nor did she expect that Zhuo Yijing would...

What she said this morning...no wonder he got angry at the end.

However, she really didn't understand this man's thoughts.

He obviously "humiliated" her, but he helped her many times, and every time he appeared when she was "helpless".

"Ziyue, why don't you call your father and talk about it?"

Sangzhi asked him.

Zhuo Ziyue shook his head and looked at her pitifully: "I don't dare, I'm afraid my father will beat me if he finds out."

Dad is really a prophet.

He could guess what Zhizhi was going to say.

"...But if you don't tell him, he will think you are missing and will be very anxious. Maybe he is still looking for you now."

Sang Zhi frowned and handed him the phone, "Can you tell your father?"

"Zhizhi, tell me, I want to eat."

There was no need to call dad.

Zhuo Ziyue curled his lips.

I really don’t understand what my father thinks, he always lies to Zhizhi.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and hesitated. Seeing that Zhuo Ziyue was eating happily, she didn't say anything more and had to silently dial Zhuo Yijing's phone number.

When looking at the call records, I found out that [Zhuo Ziyue] called her, but she didn't see it at the time.

It took a long time to get through the phone.

"Hello...Mr. Zhuo..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Sang Zhi hesitated and coughed slightly in embarrassment, "Ziyue...he is here with me."

Zhuo Yijing on the other end of the phone still didn't speak.

"Mr. Zhuo, are you there?"

Just when Sangzhi thought no one would speak, he heard a deep voice coming from the other end.

"Ah."

"Ziyue said he sneaked away from the hospital. He is at my house now. Mr. Zhuo, look... should you ask your assistant to pick him up later in the evening, or should I send him back?"

"He has money on his mobile phone. Let him take a taxi."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was cold.

Sang Zhi's eyebrows moved slightly.

It seemed that Zhuo Yijing was really angry in the morning.

"But……"

Before Sangzhi could speak again, the phone was hung up with a beep.

Sangzhi: "..."

Zhuo Yijing really didn't want to talk to her.

fair enough.

Sang Zhi pulled her lips and looked calm.

"My father died? What did he say?"

Zhuo Ziyue picked up the chicken feet on the table and took a bite.

"He didn't say much, he just told you to take a taxi back later."

Sangzhi whispered.

"Oh."

Dad had already said that he would go back by himself at night.

"Ziyue, please play in the living room for a while. I have something to do. I have to go to the house first. If you have anything, just tell me."

Sangzhi bent down and rubbed his head.

Zhuo Ziyue grinned.

Sang Zhi walked to the room, turned on the computer and looked at Sang's stock trend. Sang's stock was still falling.

But Sangzhi is not ready to wait any longer. If Sang keeps falling to the limit, it will have no choice but to declare bankruptcy, which will have a great impact on its future commercial value. Now she must acquire a large number of stocks at low prices.

On the way, Sangzhi took Zhuo Ziyue out for a meal.

By the time things were almost done, it was almost dark.

Naturally, Sangzhi couldn't let the little guy take a taxi back alone. After all, it was already too late.He is too young to be safe.

Just as he was about to pack his things and send him back, Sang Yun came back, looking very embarrassed and tired.

Sang Yun ran out in a hurry in the morning, saying he had something to do, and he didn't say anything when asked.

I don’t know what I did all day.

"Sang Yun, where have you been today? Why are you back now?"

Sang Zhi looked at Sang Yun, saw that his face was a little pale, and frowned, "Are you sick?"

Sang Yun raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows and shook his head. "I'm fine."

"Zhizhi, I'm fine."

Just as he was about to continue speaking, he heard Zhuo Ziyue's voice.

He was stunned, frowned subconsciously, and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

Sure enough, I saw a familiar little figure again.

The son that Zhuo Yi longed for.

Sang Yun frowned and slowly tightened his palms.

"Sister...has Zhuo Yijing been here?"

He pursed his lips and turned his head to look at Sang Zhi, his voice trembled slightly and his face looked a little ugly.