“Ah ah—let go… let go…” Wan Weiwei screamed frantically.
The pain was nothing to her. What really frightened her was the horrified and curious looks of the people around her.
She could feel something coming out of her jaw.
The feeling of a foreign object under the skin is just like the feeling of having your skin cut by a scalpel every time you lie on the operating table.
Even with anesthesia, I could clearly feel the cold object stretching my skin and the foreign body moving and folding under the skin.
Wan Weiwei's body began to shake violently, and countless fears crawled up from her mind.
She could feel the sharp pain in her jaw and see the people around her pointing and talking, but she had no idea what her face looked like now.
Until then—
"Mom, look... that auntie's jaw dropped!"
The little girl's childish and frightened voice came from the crowd.
"My, my jaw..."
When Wan Weiwei heard the child's cry, she wanted to touch her chin, but the two bodyguards behind her held her arms down.
"My chin, what happened to my chin? Tang Xinluo, you bitch, let me go!!!"
In a moment of panic, she blurted out the name that she had once memorized.
Xinluo exerted force again on the hand that was holding Wan Weiwei's jaw, and the half-moon-shaped prosthesis that she was holding at her fingertips was completely separated from Wan Weiwei's jawbone.
"Ah... It hurts... Let go, let go..." Wan Weiwei was sweating profusely from the pain, but her tearful eyes stared at Xinluo.
"Tang Xinluo, bitch?" Xinluo pinched the prosthesis on her lower jaw and shook it.
"This is the first time I've heard someone call themselves a bitch. Wan Weiwei, your acting skills seem to have deteriorated a lot. You even called your own character's name wrong."
"I... I don't know what you are talking about... I... I am Tang Xinluo. I just scolded Yue Xinluo. It's you, you are the bitch!" Wan Weiwei gritted her teeth and endured the pain.
God knows, she is about to faint from the pain.
Xinluo smiled, let go and stepped back.
As her fingers withdrew, a clearly visible half-moon shaped prosthesis appeared in the skin of Wan Weiwei's chin.
The prosthesis was extremely obvious, hanging in the skin of her jaw and looking like it would break out of the ground at any time.
Xinluo no longer bothered to pay attention to Wan Weiwei. She turned to the onlookers.
Xinluo said to the phones that were recording the scene calmly, "Everyone has seen that this so-called 'Tang Xinluo' has many flaws."
"The face is fake, the name is wrong, and she can't even tell whether her own son has a birthmark. Do you think she can be trusted when she says she is Tang Xinluo?"
Xinluo's calm and open gaze swept across the faces of everyone present.
Some people lowered their heads guiltily.
But there was an even larger number of people who, when they met Xinluo's gaze, unconsciously responded to her words.
"I don't believe it. No mother would forget her son's birthmark."
"Yeah, I don't believe it either. She just cursed, 'Tang Xinluo is a bitch'. How can someone curse herself?!"
"That's right, this woman talks nonsense, there must be something fishy going on!"
…
Xinluo smiled gratefully at the passerby who spoke up for him.
The slightly upturned peach blossom eyes curved up, and the already beautiful and charming eyes were instantly covered with a sweet and soft light.
As she smiled, that touching face seemed to suddenly come alive.
Everyone present couldn't help but gasp when they were swept by such a pair of beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes.
The author has something to say: Update 7.8 begins (to be continued)