As the saying goes, the devil will always be one step ahead.
The more arrogant Yan Zezheng was earlier, the harder the face slap now.
Yan Zezheng put on his sunglasses and looked at everyone solemnly.
âA bunch of trash!â
He yelled at the bodyguards on the ground and started walking toward the stairs.
Song Jingwan, who had been ignored, blinked her eyes. When she saw Yan Zezheng leave, she quickly turned and followed him.
âOh, Iâm sorry for scaring you all.â
Wang Mingjiang recovered and held his hip. âMiss Gong, hurry and call the ambulance. Send these people all to the hospital.â
To be honest, he was quite refreshed by what he saw.
Ahemâ
But as a teacher, he couldnât show it.
âBrother Xun, are you OK?â Han Jun asked worriedly.
Han Jun never imagined that the Gege that Song Yaoyao longed for was actually the mysterious Mr. Huo! The man that only appeared in legends actually made an appearance because of Song Yaoyao.
He was just like a god who had willingly stepped down from heaven.
Han Jun had a complex mix of emotions. On one side, he was shocked by the manâs presence and he worshipped him. On the other side, Mr. Huo was technically his Brother Xunâs love rival.
âWhy wouldnât I be?â
Shen Xun pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and hissed in pain. He tugged his hair in frustration. âLetâs go.ââ
The star was no longer around. Why were they still here?
With Huo Yunque getting involved, the result was no longer important.
No matter what, they were not getting implicated.
âOh, Brother Xun, if you want to cry, just cry. I know you must be feeling upset...â
Han Jun sighed and patted Shen Xun on the shoulder.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slap on his head.
âOw!â
Shen Xunâs hostile eyes fell upon him and he sneered. âJunâer, even if you donât say anything, no one will think youâre mute. Understood?â
Han Jun said aggrievedly, âIâm simply worried about you.â
Sure, the man was his love rival. But Shen Xun wasnât qualified to be Huo Yunqueâs love rival.
Even though in Han Junâs eyes, Shen Xun was quite handsome, the moment that Mr. Huo appeared, he finally understood what it meant to be a mature man.
He even forced Yan Zezheng to bow down with just a few words.
Most importantly, when had Song Yaoyao ever cried in his Brother Xunâs arms?!
A person that had never been the chosen one, was the most pitiful.
âDo I need you to worry about me? Get lost, stop blocking my way. Iâm fine!â
He lifted his foot and threatened to kick Han Jun. As soon as the boy jumped away, his feet turned and he strode away
âTch...â
A woman with a fur coat and a sexy appearance rubbed her chin and sighed. âSo this is Huo Yunqueâs type. If I had tied pigtails and acted gently around him, Huo Yunque may be your uncle-in-law by now.â
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Tang Xinrou wiped her face and rolled her eyes. âSmall Auntie, please be serious. Mr. Huo was never interested in you. Even if you had pigtails, he wouldnât have been interested, OK?â
Xia Lao knocked Tang Xinrou on the head and crossed her arms. âBrat, are you looking down on me?â
Tang Xinrou covered her head and tears filled her eyes. âSmall Auntie, if Uncle-in-law finds out about this, what will the result be?â
âLetâs see you try and tell him!â
Xia Laoâs hip hurt, and she said in an awkward manner, âI was just joking. Who hasnât been young before. Thatâs all in the past now...â