Chapter 8 — Hao Mon Swap

It wasn't that she felt she had mistreated me, it was just that the old lady had spoken up. During the night, I packed my things and housekeeper Chu came to help. When he put the book in the box, he immediately saw the old notebook on my desk. “Miss, this notebook is very old, do you want to exchange it for a new one?” I said: "No need." He closed the box, "Today at the old house, you made a name for the old lady." "It's to glorify the Luc family." Butler Chu smiled, "It's all the same." “Not the same.” He looked at me and didn't say anything else. The phone rang again. Still Uncle Tan. I picked up the phone. “Tieu Duong, someone came to ask to buy that manuscript, the price was three times higher than last time.” “Who?” “Lam family.” I looked out the window. Downstairs, Lam Tri Ha's car just parked in front of the gate. When she got off the bus, she was still carrying a new breakfast box in her hand. Uncle Tan asked: "Do you want to sell it?" I said: "Not for sale. Also, don't keep the manuscript in that old cabinet anymore." “Will someone steal?” “There will be.” I hung up. There was a knock outside the door. Lam Tri Ha stood outside the door, smiling extremely gently. “Ning Duong, my aunt told me to come up and see how you're cleaning up.” I put the phone in my pocket, "Are you done watching yet?" She walked in, her eyes glanced at my desk and suitcase. “Are you very pleased at your old house today?” I said: “Normal.” "Grandma Luc complimented you two times, so you think you can really replace me?" “I never wanted to replace you.” She took a step forward, her voice was low, "Thua Da is mine, the Luc family is not a place where someone like you can reach high levels. It's best for you to settle down." I looked at her, "Lam Tri Ha, what you want is too much." She sneered, "Someone like you who has nothing in his hands will naturally find others wanting more." “That old cookbook, is it the one you want to buy?” Her expression changed, "What cookbook?" “It seems that's it.” Lam Tri Ha quickly regained her composure, "I don't understand what you are saying." I said: "If you don't understand, that's okay." She stared at me, "Luc Ninh Duong, don't think that knowing how to do a few math problems, knowing how to serve tea, is really better than me. You have no family background, no support. The Luc family can take you back today, and tomorrow they can also send you away." I said: “Are you afraid of me?” She seemed to have been stepped on in a painful place, "Am I afraid of you? Are you worthy?" Luc Thua Da's voice echoed from the hallway, "Tri Ha, what are you doing in there?" Lam Tri Ha immediately took a step back, her eyes turning red immediately. “Thua Da, I just want to help Ninh Duong, it seems he misunderstood me.” Luc Thua Da strode in, looked at me, "Are you bullying him again?" I said: "Go ask her." Lam Tri Ha pulled his shirt, "Don't blame Ninh Duong, he just moved back to his room and is not happy." “Lin Tri Ha.” I spoke up, "Just now you said Thua Da is yours." Luc Thua Da was stunned. Lam Tri Ha's face turned pale, "I don't have it." “You said the Luc family is not a place where someone like me can reach high levels.” “You talk nonsense.” Luc Thua Da frowned and looked at me, "Luc Ninh Duong, there must be a level of lying." I took out my phone. The screen is on, the recording interface is still running. Lam Tri Ha's face turned pale. Luc Thua Da reached out to grab it, "Are you recording?" I took a step back, “Don't touch.” His hand stopped in mid-air, "Are you sick? Who is recording when family members talk to each other?" “You say I'm family?” He was asked and retorted. Lam Tri Ha's tears fell, "Ninh Duong, why do you treat me like that? I just want to be friends with you." I pressed the play button. Her voice rang out from the phone. "Thua Da is mine, the Luc family is not a place where someone like you can reach high levels. It's best for you to settle down." At the end of the hallway, Mrs. Luc just walked upstairs. The sound wasn't loud, but enough for her to hear. Lam Tri Ha was completely panicked, "Auntie, I didn't mean that." Mrs. Luc stood at the door, her face unsightly. Luc Thua Da looked at Lam Tri Ha and for the first time did not immediately speak up to defend her. Lam Tri Ha cried and explained, “You

I'm just afraid that Ninh Duong misunderstood you and Thua Da, so the slip of words was a bit serious. Auntie, I really don't have any malice." Lady Luc glanced at me, then looked back at her. “Tri Ha, it's getting late, I'll tell the driver to take you home.” Lam Tri Ha did not dare to stay any longer, "Auntie." “Go home.” She bit her lip and left. Luc Thua Da sadly scratched his head, "Mom, it's just a recording, Tri Ha is not that kind of person." Mrs. Luc said: "Shut your mouth." He was not convinced, "That's just the way it is, who doesn't say something when they're angry?" I put the phone away. Mrs. Luc looked at me, "Ning Duong, don't record casually from now on." I said: "If you don't record, the person who should apologize tonight is you." Lady Luc did not object. She just said: "Rest early." After that night, Lam Tri Ha no longer went to the Luc family's house. At school, she was also quiet for two days. After hearing the recording, Hua Vien Vien angrily slammed the table.