Chapter 72 Differences

Cheng Anyue followed him into the house and closed the door.

There was no one in the living room. She opened the shoe cabinet to look for her slippers, but she couldn't find them after searching all the shoe cabinets.

She had no choice but to take off her shoes and put on a pair of shoes on her feet.

She walked through the living room and went straight back to her room.

Her room was next to her brother's. The door of her brother's room was not closed. She could vaguely hear her mother Zhou Yue's voice, which was gentle and annoying.

"Son, don't sleep. Wait until mom gives you a bath before you go to bed. Be good."

Cheng Yaoyang was a little unhappy and muttered, "Mom, I'm so sleepy and don't want to take a bath. Let me sleep."

"How can I not take a bath? What if I feel itchy at night? Wouldn't mom be heartbroken?"

"Oh, I'm so annoyed."

...

Cheng Anyue stood at the door and hesitated to go in.

The things that her brother disliked were always her extravagant hopes.

Because they were extravagant hopes, they would never be obtained.

At this moment, the door of the master bedroom opened and Cheng Huaisong came out. He had changed into home clothes.

When he saw Cheng Anyue, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't you have classes tomorrow? Go to bed early."

"Dad, you too." Cheng Anyue followed and turned into the room.

Cheng Huaisong watched Anyue's door close, his eyes fell on Cheng Yaoyang, and he pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing his wife Zhou Yue wiping his son's body, he frowned slightly, "How old is he? He doesn't even know how to take a bath?"

"Be quiet, don't disturb my son's sleep!" Zhou Yue frowned, her face full of displeasure.

Cheng Huaisong was also helpless about his wife's doting on his son. In fact, he also loved his son a lot.

So the words just now were just a casual reminder. If his son really didn't take a bath and went to bed, he would feel distressed.

But...

He looked at his wife and said, "Anyue rarely comes home, can't you give her a good face? After all, she is your daughter."

"If she hadn't crawled out of my belly, do you think she could enter this house?" Zhou Yue sneered.

Cheng Huaisong looked at his wife, knowing that she had always been in her heart, and it was difficult to persuade her.

"After all, she is Mr. An's person now. You should treat her well for the sake of our family's business."

Zhou Yue sneered when she heard this, "I know. I feel sick when I think of her being slept with by a man at such a young age."

"Keep your voice down!" Cheng Huaisong said in a low voice. He subconsciously glanced at the door behind him and saw that the door was open, so he immediately closed the door.

He looked at Zhou Yue and warned, "I don't want to hear this kind of words again. If you mention it again, don't blame me for being rude."

Zhou Yue's expression froze. Now Cheng Huaisong is the boss of this family, and it is no longer the same as before.

She said in a muffled voice, "I know."

On the Song family side, although the mother and son heard their conversation, neither of them understood it very well.

But Song Chao felt that the Cheng family couple did not have much affection for Cheng Anyue, and something must have happened in the two months when Cheng Anyue disappeared.

Abroad, in a hotel, a man in a bathrobe sat at his desk reading documents.

There was a computer in front of him, and a video conference was going on.

There were all Europeans there, speaking German and reporting on their work.

Suddenly, a phone call came in.

The young man paused the video conference and answered the call.

The room was so quiet that the voices on the phone could be heard clearly.

"Everything is going well at the moment, and Miss Cheng has returned to the Cheng family."

"Yes!" The young man hung up the phone and continued the video conference.