Real Rich Daughter's Path Of Counterattack

Panda Novel

That night, the old man cooked a table full of dishes to calm Xie Chaochao down.

Xie Zhou calmly went into the small room where Xie Chaochao had been learning how to draw.

Their old house was huge so they could build many rooms.

Since Xie Chaochao was learning how to draw, Xie Zhou even specially prepared a room for her.

It was filled with the old man's calligraphy paintings, as well as Xie Chaochao's drawing materials.

Xie Zhou looked around and found that something was wrong with one of the walls.

There was an area blocked by a calligraphy painting.

Xie Zhou lifted up the calligraphy painting and his face darkened.

There were many holes behind the calligraphy painting. It was obvious that Xie Chaochao had stabbed the wall with her knives.

It seemed like she had only been practicing throwing knives in this room!

After dinner and after Xie Chaochao fell asleep, Xie Zhou went to look for the old man.

"Didn't you say that you know how to teach children? Did you mean teaching children how to play with knives?"

Xie Zhou pointed at the guilty old man and scolded him angrily, "Look at what you've taught the child!"

The old master smiled awkwardly. "This is all an accident, an accident…"

When Xie Zhou heard this, he thought of the hole in the wall and became even angrier.

He scolded the old man angrily.

The old man was also infuriated by the scolding. In the end, the two of them started fighting.

"If you had taught her like a girl, would she be interested in knives?"

Neither of them was convinced by the other and felt that it was the other party's fault.

Xie Chaochao, who was already fast asleep, had no idea that there was a huge war at home.

The next day, Xie Chaochao woke up to find that both her father and grandpa had a bruise on their faces.

"Grandpa, Daddy, what happened to your faces? Did you fight with someone?"

Xie Chaochao recalled that when Little Fatty fought with his classmates, his face was also in the same state.

Xie Zhou turned his face to the side, not wanting to let the little girl see the injuries on his face.

"I accidentally ran into the door frame yesterday!"

"I fell off the bed yesterday!"

Both of them were too embarrassed to tell Xie Chaochao that they had fought.

Xie Chaochao really believed their nonsense and didn't ask anymore.

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Xie Zhou brought Xie Chaochao to the police station in town.

In the first few years after he was released from prison, he needed to report to the police station regularly.

The police officers here also knew about Xie Zhou's past. They knew that he had been imprisoned because he was implicated after helping someone.

They took good care of Xie Zhou.

Now that a few years have passed, Xie Zhou no longer needed to report here. However, Xie Zhou still came here from time to time to visit his friends.

He would even bring them some food.

The officers at the police station had a good relationship with him.

When they saw Xie Chaochao, all of them liked her very much.

"No wonder you didn't bring Chaochao out previously. The little girl is so pretty. If it were me, I wouldn't bear to bring her out either!"

"I've never seen such a beautiful girl. Xie Zhou, you're so lucky!"

Xie Zhou smiled and said, "I've now brought her here for you to see, right?"

Xie Chaochao wasn't afraid of strangers and had a sweet tongue. She smiled and greeted the officers, "Hello, Uncle, Aunty. My name is Xie Chaochao!"

"Little Chaochao should be in junior high soon, right? When she comes to town, we'll take care of her. Don't worry!"

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"My son is also in junior high. He can help look out for Chaochao at school!"

The female officers treated Xie Chaochao with extreme care.

Xie Chaochao found all the food, drinks, and things to play with.

Xie Chaochao chatted with a few aunties. Seeing that Xie Zhou was still talking to someone, she went elsewhere.

When she arrived at a room, she saw the three kidnappers again.

Seeing Xie Chaochao, they were stunned.

Xie Chaochao walked to the glass and said to Brother Qiang, "Do you still have this kind of knives? My grandpa said that it's better than the ones he made. He wants more of it!"

Brother Qiang almost coughed out blood out of anger.

The knives that he had treasured for many years had been snatched away by someone, and she still complained that there were too few?

Does this brat know how much these are worth?

She really dared to ask for more!