Chapter 7 — Staying at Thanh Ba Host

My aunt's eyes were so swollen that when she saw me, she was about to cry. But my uncle raised his hand first, pointing straight at my face. "Duong Nhan, you're good now." "Even your sister can't handle it." Phuong Dung immediately rushed forward. "Dad." She sobbed, as if she had suffered a terrible injustice. My uncle protected her from behind, raising his foot to enter the door. Co Tue Cam suddenly blocked the entrance. She is neither tall nor fat. But she stood very straight. "Go in the door." "But change your shoes first." My uncle was stunned. Co Tue Cam looked at him, her tone neither fast nor slow. "This is my niece's house." "Whoever comes here must follow the rules."07 Uncle's foot stopped outside the door sill. He bowed his head and glanced at the slippers, his face darkening even more. "I came to pick up my daughter, do you still have to look at your faces?" Co Tue Cam stood at the entrance, not giving way. "It's not about looking at your face, it's about keeping the rules." "Your daughter moved here half a month ago, you should know this already." Phuong Dung immediately burst into tears. "Dad, have you seen, that's how they treat me." My aunt stood behind, tears falling. "Mrs. In-law, although my Dung Dung mouth is not good, it is not malicious." Co Tue Cam looked at her. "Whether or not she has malicious intent, I don't judge." "The fact that she scared my niece to tears, I can't pretend that nothing happened." Uncle sneered. "How scared can a child be, just watching TV?" I raised my head to look at him. "She asked me, if she had be sent to boarding school.” Uncle paused. Her crying also gradually subsided. Phuong Dung panicked. "I just blurted it out." "Who knew it was so fragile?" I walked out to the living room, picked up the stack of bills I had just finished arranging. "Phuong Dung, until now do you still think you just blurted it out?" "Then let's talk about each thing one by one." I put the paper on the dining table. "At first you said you'd stay for three days, now you've stayed for fifteen days." "Every day you turn on the air conditioner in the bedroom from morning to night, and at night leave it on for twenty days." degree." "You forced the elderly to cut fruit for you, add sugar for you, clean the house for you." "You forced me, who was bathing the child, to go get the parcel for you." "You criticized Tieu Man's loud laughter, criticized her for watching noisy TV, criticized her for being noisy in and out of her own house." "You even told her directly in front of her that she deserved to be sent to boarding school." Phuong Dung's face could not hide the awkwardness. "Auntie, this is not planning. "I'm at a relative's house, eating some of your aunt's watermelon, do you need it this much?" I said: "I don't need it this much." "So fifteen days ago, I never mentioned money." "But when you bring up an old favor to oppress me, don't blame me for telling the truth." Hearing this, my uncle started to be aggressive again. "What about an old favor?" "In the past, if our family hadn't lent money, wouldn't the couple's wedding house have been so smooth?" Is this?" Co Tue Cam turned to look at her uncle. "The in-laws just said, the money has been paid." Uncle still tensed his neck. "The money has been paid, the favor has not been paid yet." Co Tue Cam nodded. "Okay." "Your family's favor, is it to force our whole family to serve Phuong Dung, or to force my six-year-old niece to keep her mouth shut and make room?" Uncle was so choked up when asked. Phuong Dung gritted her teeth. "Miss, you're talking too hard to hear." Co Tue Cam replied in a faint voice: "I said it was hard to hear, you can go." "My door is open, no one is stopping you." The manager stood to the side, gently clearing his throat. "Everyone, in the hallway there are neighbors looking over." "Let's discuss to find out the result first." I looked at my aunt. "Auntie, if you feel sorry for Phuong Dung, then you can take her home." go.” Tears fell even more. “It

She doesn't get along with her father." "My uncle has a hot temper, and when he comes home, he also suffers resentment." I asked my aunt: "So you sent me to my house, so that my daughter would have to suffer resentment?" My aunt's throat was blocked. Phuong Dung suddenly raised her head, tears still on her face, but her tone was firm. "Duong Nhan, don't act so innocent." "Since I was young, have you taken advantage of my house's comforts for a little?" "When you went to school, you came to my house to eat, your mother came to borrow money, you married my mother to celebrate your birthday." "Now that you're living well, you call me an eyesore." I looked at her. "Have you forgotten, you took more things from my house than that." "My new schoolbag, my computer, the gold bracelet when I got married." "That gold bracelet, you said you borrowed it for two days to save face, then returned it half a year later." Phuong Dung's eyes avoided. "Didn't you already return it?" I said: "When I returned it, the lock was loose." "Mom told me not to calculate, I listened." "I don't want to listen anymore today." Uncle's face became more and more ugly. "You are a senior, bothering." Is there any sense in bringing up these old stories?" I took out my phone. "It makes sense." "Because someone always thinks I have a bad memory." I opened the recording interface and placed the phone on the table. "From now on, every word we say will be left as evidence."