408 Chapter 408: Why Is the Vase Broken?

In the end, after Jiang Lingzhi took the broom, the culprits had already disappeared without a trace.

It is estimated that the child was afraid of being scolded, so he ran away.

Jiang Lingzhi lowered her eyes and took a broom to sweep it.

Probably heard the movement upstairs, and someone came over soon.

It was Mrs. Jiang who came over.

"What's wrong here?"

After seeing the debris on the ground, she showed a heartache expression on her face, looked up at Jiang Lingzhi, and began to accuse indiscriminately: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Lingzhi froze for a moment, then explained: "Grandma, this vase..."

Before she could finish speaking, the old lady interrupted her with a trembling voice: "I told you a long time ago, don't touch things at home, don't you know that this vase was bought at a big price came back?"

Hundreds of thousands of vases were lost in such a drop.

The more the old lady looked at it, the more angry she felt. Not to mention how heartbroken she was, she decided that it was her who did it: "Tell me about you, what are you doing in your grandpa's study if you have nothing to do!"

I know grandma misunderstood that she broke the vase.

Jiang Lingzhi tried to explain: "I didn't drop this vase, it was a few children just now..."

"Why, you still know that you broke the vase, and you still want to shirk responsibility? Where is the child? Where is there a child? I saw you alone!" the old lady said angrily.

Jiang Lingzhi pursed her lower lip, and simply fell silent.

Suddenly, I felt a chill in my heart and mouth.

Just because of grandma's attitude.

Not to mention, she didn't break the vase.

Taking a step back, even if she really broke the vase, her own grandma would scold her immediately after she came over, regardless of whether she was hurt or not.

If it was Jiang Che who broke the vase, the old lady probably wouldn't have complained at all.

Anyway, I hated her, so I decided that she broke the vase.

She was not even given a chance to explain.

Probably out of anger, the old lady scolded without hesitation: "It's really money-losing goods. What kind of crime did this do? Does our Jiang family have a grudge against you?"

Jiang Lingzhi originally wanted to explain, but the corners of her lips gradually straightened.

She probably doesn't know how hurtful a few simple words can be.

Hearing the movement, other people downstairs rushed over one after another.

Seeing the fragments on the study floor, the old gentleman stomped the crutch in his hand: "What's going on? Why is this vase broken?"

Mrs. Jiang couldn't calm down, and said angrily: "Ask your good granddaughter!"

"You did it?" The old man glared at Jiang Lingzhi, "Who let you into my study!"

Jiang Lingzhi's heart was also full of fire, and she explained again under her voice: "I didn't break this vase."

"It's not who you are? You're the only one here, staying in the room all day long, and you don't know what you're doing."

Old Mr. Jiang was very displeased with her, so he pointed out all his dissatisfaction with her: "Did we treat you badly or something, this is a big Chinese New Year, and there is no smiling face all day long, so who can show a sad face?" ?”

Jiang Puqing also rushed over, and saw Jiang Lingzhi's red eyes from a distance, protecting her behind him: "What's wrong?"

Mrs. Jiang finally calmed down a bit, and she was not so angry with her son: "She broke your father's vase, so I just said a few words to her."

Jiang Puqing glanced at the fragments on the ground, then immediately looked back at her, and asked softly, "Is Zhizhi not hurt?"