Chapter 4 — My Daughter Was Robbed of Her School Placement, I Made Both Families Pay

"The boss said, it's time for Thanh Hoa's construction sponsor list to include your name."

I opened the first page. It was clearly written on it: Thanh Hoa Education Group Co-founder: Tham Van Duong I closed the document.

"Don't announce it for now."

Uncle Chau nodded.

"The boss also said that the Pho family has borrowed a lot of resources from Thanh Hoa in recent years. Do we need to investigate together?"

I looked at Niem Niem walking into the classroom.

"Investigate."

"Especially the things Fu Chengyan took away in my name."

Uncle Chau looked at me.

"Miss Tham, you're finally in charge."

I didn't reply. The phone rang again. As Deputy Thua Nghien. This time I answered the phone. As soon as he connected, he asked:

"What relationship do you have with Thanh Hoa?"

I looked at my daughter behind the glass door.

"Pho Thua Nghien, the first thing you should ask is whether Niem Niem cried today or not."

The other end of the line immediately went silent. I hung up. In the afternoon, Tong Van Tinh posted a photo of Tong Trach crying until he fell asleep to his friends. The status line reads:

"There are people who are born with it all."

"There are also children who don't even have the right to stay where they belong."

Below are a series of comforting comments.

"Van Tinh, don't be sad anymore, honest people will be favored by God."

"It's not enough for someone to regain their identity as a true genius. Even a child won't let go."

I finished reading it and then forwarded it all to lawyer Lam.

"Combine."

Lawyer Lam responded very quickly:

"She's actively giving us evidence."

In the evening, Pho Thua Nghien returned. He stood outside the door, in his hand carrying the cake that Niem Niem liked the most.

"I came to visit my daughter."

I don't let him into the house.

"The baby is asleep."

"Van Duong, can we talk for a moment?"

"Talking about divorce?"

He tiredly rubbed lightly between his eyebrows.

"Can you stop talking about divorce all the time?"

"Cannot."

He looked at me.

"I wasn't like that before."

I laughed.

"Before, I didn't think my husband would put someone else's son in his family records, causing his biological daughter to be humiliated."

He held out the cake towards me.

"Nien Niem likes this."

I don't accept.

"Today she said she didn't want to eat what dad bought."

Pho Thua Nghien's throat moved slightly.

"I will make it up to you."

"How to compensate?"

He replied in a low voice:

"I will tell Van Tinh to publicly apologize."

I looked up at him.

"Can you bear it?"

He didn't answer. I nodded.

"See?"

"Even I don't believe it myself."

At that moment, Pho Thua Nghien's phone rang. It's Tong Van Tinh. He glanced at the screen and didn't pick up the phone. I calmly said:

"Van Duong..."

He finally received the call and turned on the speakerphone. Tong Van Tinh choked up:

"Mr. Thua Nghien, Tieu Trach has a fever."

"The boy keeps calling for dad."

"Can you come over here for a while?"

Pho Thua Nghien looked at me. I calmly replied: He was stunned.

"You're not angry?"

"Every time you leave, I have another piece of evidence."

The other end of the line was silent. A moment later, Tong Van Tinh's voice rang out:

"Are you there too?"

She immediately became more choked up.

"Sister, don't misunderstand. It's just that Tieu Trach is too dependent on me Just Thua Nghien."

"I didn't misunderstand."

I said calmly.

"I wish you and your mother everything you wish for."

"Life is locked together."

Pho Thua Nghien immediately hung up.

"Do I have to say such harsh things?"

I looked at him.

"What you did was more unsightly than what I said."

He immediately became speechless. I gave him the divorce agreement again. He stared at the papers. Didn't move for a long time. At that moment, Niem Niem's voice rang out inside. I turned my head. Niem Niem stood in the hallway, rubbing her eyes and looking out. Seeing Pho Thua Nghien, she unconsciously took a step back.

"Do you want to take away my things every day?"

Pho Thua Nghien's eyes immediately turned red.

"No."

"Dad doesn't have it."

Niem Niem said in a low voice:

"Then dad, give me back the black whale."

Pho Thua Nghien was stunned. Even I was stunned.

"Which black whale?"

Niem Niem bowed her head.

"My black whale model."

"Dad took it away."

"Dad said Tieu Trach needs to take him to the exam."

"Tieu Trach also said that dad will also be his dad in the future."

Pho Thua Nghien's face immediately became extremely ugly. I looked straight at him.

"Where is the model?"

His voice lowered.

"I'm at Van Tinh's place."

I nodded.

"Bring it back tomorrow."

"Not even a single scratch."

"If even one component is missing..."

I looked at Pho Thua Nghien.

"...I will make Tong Ze's contest entry a laughing stock."

Pho Thua Nghien frowned.

"Don't drag children into adult matters."

I ask in return:

"When you brought Niem Niem's things to the boy, why didn't you think about children?"

He was silent. Niem Niem gently closed the door. The noise is very light. But for Pho Thua Nghien, it was like being slapped by someone. The next day, Tong Van Tinh brought the model.