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C8 Piss Him off

"How dare you!" Tang Youyou felt chills throughout her body, her two small hands were clenched tightly in anger.

"You know I dare! Do you know what secret father told me when he was drunk? He said you weren't his biological daughter... You are a bastard…" Tang Xuerou saw the figure that was getting closer and closer. She was anxious, and did not know how to make Tang Youyou go crazy, so she told her the biggest secret that was hidden in her heart.

"Shut up!" Tang Youyou was rational at first, but when Tang Xurrou said that she was a bastard and even wanted to burn her mother's things, she was completely enraged.

"What is it? Are you not convinced? Do you want to hit me? Hit me, Tang Youyou, you coward! "

"Pah!" Tang Youyou fiercely slapped Tang Xuerou's face.

Tang Xuerou immediately moaned tenderly, she covered her face that had been slapped, as though she had suffered a great injury, but her mouth was still sneering: "Tang Youyou, that’s all? A bastard is a bastard. You would be too shame to face in public in your lifetime …"

"Tang Xuerou..." Tang Youyou grinded her teeth in hatred, she truly wished that she had a blade in her hand so that she could slice this woman thousands of times.

When she was so angry that she lost all sense of reason and wanted to slap her again, her raised little hand was suddenly grabbed by a large, iron-like palm.

Tang Youyou turned her head in shock and anger, only to see a man's ice-cold, emotionless face.

"You …" When Tang Youyou saw the man's handsome face, she was so shocked that she couldn't even speak.

It wasn't because of his exquisite face that made her unable to speak, but because of this man’s face looked too much like her son’s.

Seeing Ji Xiaohan walk over to stop Tang Youyou from hitting her, Tang Xuerou immediately squeezed out her tears in grievance, covering her face with her hands as she spoke in a wounded voice, "Little sister, how can you hit someone so recklessly? What did I do wrong? You beat me up like this? "

Before Tang Youyou could even react to the man's appearance that resembled her son, she heard that Tang Xuerou's arrogant tone just now had instantly turned into one of a bullied sheep.

She was shocked again, her eyes stared straight at Tang Xuerou, only to see her eyes were actually red, filled with tears, truly pitiful.

There was a glitch in Tang Youyou's brain for a moment, and she once again looked at the man beside her in astonishment, his face. It was very similar.

"This is impossible …" Tang Youyou muttered a sentence that only she herself understood.

Ji Xiaohan curled his lips coldly, treating Tang Youyou's shocked expression as a kind of infatuation towards him, and sneered with extreme disgust. "Why did you beat her up?"

When Tang Youyou heard his cold and tepid voice, her thoughts were immediately pulled back, and she realised that this man seemed to want to seek justice for Tang Xuerou.

When she thought about how Tang Xuerou called her a bastard just now and even wanted to burn her mother's things, the anger in her heart burned once again.

"None of your business! Let me go! " Tang Youyou was furious, she immediately wanted to struggle free from the man's grasp.

Tang Xuerou suddenly looked kind and said gently: "Boss Ji, she's my sister. She doesn't have any ill intention, she just wants me to introduce a few famous managers to her. If I didn't agree to it, she would …"

Tang Youyou wanted to laugh when she heard Tang Xuerou's nonsense. She was truly an actress, her acting skill was really impressive! Just a moment ago, she was even like a tigress with overbearing aura, now she pretended to be a good person and looked really convincing!

"Want to become famous with such an average appearance?" Ji Xiaohan had personally witnessed Tang Youyou beating Tang Xuerou up, so he naturally treated Tang Youyou as a madwoman who wanted to be famous.

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