Tang Wanru, however, said coldly while he was silent: "Xianrou is wrong. I respect my uncle. When you mentioned Xianrou just now, I didn't say anything. You love your daughter, and I have no objection. But Xianrou is also my daughter, and I have to protect my own daughter! If this matter is not just Xianrou's fault, I hope you can apologize to my daughter when the time comes."
"It's wrong for Jiang Li to post random things on Weibo, and I will scold him. If someone asked Jiang Li to post something online, don't blame me as your aunt for saying something unpleasant, and that person should apologize to Xianrou."
Her aggressive attitude was just short of saying that Qiao Nian was hiding behind the scenes and stirring up trouble.
"Heh." Nie Mi almost went berserk when he heard this and couldn't help but let out a mocking sneer.
The most shameless!
They stole Qiao Nian's identity, and Jiang Li posted on Weibo for Jiang Xianrou, which was already helping Jiang Xianrou bear part of the consequences.
Qiao Nian could just go online by herself. As long as she posted a status using Zhuiguang’s account, it would be enough to ruin Jiang Xianrou’s reputation.
Tang Wanru actually said that she wanted Qiao Nian to apologize to Jiang Xianrou. He thought Tang Wanru and her daughter were just dreaming!
"Weishang, is this what you asked me to see?" Nie Mi was quite disrespectful and said directly to Old Master Jiang, "If I had known your family was in such a situation, I would not have allowed Nian Nian to come to Beijing. Is this the compensation you said you would give her?"
Mr. Jiang didn't have time to speak.
Tang Wanru actually interrupted again and said confidently: "Master Nie, I know Qiao Nian is your last disciple, but we only look at right and wrong in this matter, and you can't be too partial."
At this time, the girl who had been silent all this time laughed. Her voice was quite hoarse, and she was not as angry as Jiang Xianrou and Tang Wanru, but her tone was more serious than before: "I don't know what happened before I came here. I just checked it on my phone while you were talking."
"Niannian, don't worry about it. Dad will help you solve it and will definitely get justice for you." Jiang Zongjim was afraid that she would suffer.
"I'm here to seek justice." Qiao Nian unnoticeably blocked Jiang Zongjin behind him, stretched out his hand, lifted up his black cap, revealing his overly good-looking face, and his sharp eyes moved from Tang Wanru to Jiang Xianrou, and then fell on Tang Wanru again, with a rather indifferent expression: "I just heard you say that I was chasing the light, so she apologized to me, right?"
Nie Mi thought that she would not stand out, and was very surprised to see her suddenly start to argue with Tang Wanru. After being surprised, he looked at Jiang Zongjin who was protected by Qiao Nian behind him, and he understood something.
Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows arrogantly: "I don't want her to apologize, I want you to apologize to my dad for what you said before, and then we'll be even."
"..." Tang Wanru looked at her with a question mark in her eyes. After a long while, she pointed at Qiao Nian and uttered a sentence: "You are so rebellious!"
Could it be possible that she was really chasing the light
"Well, that's my personality. If you think I'm crazy, I am!" Qiao Nian smiled. Under Jiang Xianrou's trembling gaze, he slowly took out his mobile phone to log into Weibo, threw the phone in front of them, folded his hands, and said in a calm voice.
"Take it and look carefully."
What kind of attitude is this? Is this the attitude that a younger generation should have? She is indeed a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, so she is so rude to her elders.
Tang Wanru took a deep breath and almost fainted from anger. She reluctantly picked up the phone that the girl threw at her and took a closer look.
It is the background of a Weibo.
A line of text had already been entered in the post, but Qiao Nian didn't send it out.
The Weibo avatar was very simple, just a photo of the sky, but there was a red Weibo certification on it. Her eyes darkened and she looked at the certification information below—Chasing Light, an independent musician.
(End of this chapter)