"You two are sisters, can't you be more forgiving?" She looked at Qin Ke'er now, feeling very uncomfortable.

Thinking about her illness for so many years, although it was also to please Qin Zheng, the hard work is not fake. She has suffered so much back and forth, and now she has no feeling of gratitude at all, and she still insists on sending Xiaoxiao to her. When he was in prison, he really raised a white-eyed wolf.

The old saying is true, if you are not your own child, you will never be able to feed it well!

Qin Ke'er didn't even look at her, now she was only concerned about why her father had such an attitude.

"Father, I don't care what other people think, I just ask you! What do you say?" Staring into his eyes, Qin Ke'er was about to cry, her eyes were red.

She doesn't necessarily want Zhou Xiao to do anything, nor does she have to go to jail or die, but her father's attitude is very important.

He protects himself, loves himself and wants to seek justice for himself, but now, just because of a so-called secret in a laboratory, he can just let it go and write it off and turn the page?

This made her feel that she was just a transaction, something that could be measured by value and replaced by information.

"Ke'er." Looking at her, Qin Zheng said calmly, raised a hand to touch her hair, just like he had coaxed her to lose her temper countless times when she was a child, and said softly, "Stop making trouble!"

Qin Ke'er took a few steps back and looked at him in shock, with disappointment in her eyes.

"Come on?" she said tremblingly.

Qin Zheng's hand was empty, he moved his finger, and then let it go again, "It's not easy for your uncle and aunt to raise you, and you should know how to be grateful."

"grateful?!"

Mrs. Zhou on the side was also very surprised. She didn't expect Qin Zheng to say such a thing, and she was very surprised.

In her opinion, it is already a great gift for Qin Zheng not to pursue the matter. He will also say that he is grateful to them, and he will be ecstatic in his heart. A family, what are you saying about being grateful or not? It�s not like seeing outsiders.�

"Dad, are you serious? Is this really the end of the matter?" She didn't give up, and asked again.

This time, Mrs. Zhou didn't stop him and just looked at Qin Zheng. Everyone was looking at him.

Qin Zheng looked slowly at Zhou Xiao, took a deep look at her, and said, "I told you, we are all one family..."

Before the next words were finished, Qin Keer turned around and ran quickly out the door.

Because I was running too fast, I was tripped when I reached the threshold and fell heavily.

She was big, and she fell down with a dull sound. Mrs. Zhou let out a "Yo", and subconsciously wanted to step forward to help her. After thinking about it, she turned to look at Qin Zheng, but saw that he stood still and did not move.

No one moved. Qin Keer got up from the ground in embarrassment. She turned her head and glanced at her father with tears in her eyes. Seeing that his face was indifferent and showed no expression, she bit her lip bitterly and ran out.

Seeing her like that, Mrs. Zhou felt a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but say, "Brother-in-law..."

"Don't worry about her." Turning around, Qin Zheng walked into the room, looking like he really didn't intend to ask.

Mrs. Zhou: �???�

Confused.

Although the result made her very satisfied, even far beyond her satisfaction, the change was too sudden and she couldn't figure out what was going on. Even if Qin Zheng changed his mind, he wouldn't be so indifferent to Ke'er.

But she didn't dare to talk too much, for fear that if she talked too much, Qin Zheng changed her mind, and it would be better to leave now.

The family of three got into the car, and Mrs. Zhou couldn't help asking, "Xiaoxiao, what did you tell your uncle? Why did his attitude change so much?"

Zhou Xiao took out a plastic bag from the car, took out the mask and gloves from the pocket, turned them over and threw them in. He said casually, "Isn't it just something about the laboratory..." JrNovels.com