"Oh? Why, didn't your teacher Xia tell you what the relationship between her and I is?" Murong Qiao licked his lower lip, his eyes fixed on Xia Wan'er.
As soon as he finished speaking, several tall men in suits appeared behind him, staring at Ran Qin ferociously.
One of them, a tall and thin man, walked up and whispered something in his ear.
Xia Wan'er's fists were clenched so hard that they hurt. She pulled out her cell phone from her bag, held it up and walked to the door, asking, "What's the relationship? Isn't it the relationship between a victim and an abuser? Mr. Shangguan Rong, a few days ago you pretended to be your brother Shangguan Qiao and tricked me into the airport lounge in the name of rehearsing lines. Your behavior has already constituted a crime. Although there were no cameras in the lounge that day, there were cameras outside the lounge, and my medical records of injuries from your beatings can be used as evidence. In view of our special identities and for the sake of your brother, I reserve the right to sue you. Now that my old injuries have not healed, you have brought people to the hospital with a ferocious look. Do you regard the law as a joke? Come on, don't hide, please let me record your face so that people all over the world can see what kind of person you are."
Murong Qiao had no idea that Xia Wan'er, who had only been here a few days, had a better adaptability than him and had even learned how to record videos.
His expression was very ugly, and he said in a cold tone: "Give me her phone—"
"Hey, I advise you not to move, otherwise I will upload it with one click. I don't know how things will develop by then." Xia Wan'er held the phone tightly with both hands, calmly and loudly, "Mr. Shangguan, are you as curious as I am, whether a person who has been involved in a lawsuit and has a stigma can still be qualified to inherit the Shangguan Group. But what I am more curious about is, without the identity of the heir to the Shangguan Group, what will you have left?"
These were the gossips heard from Ran Qin in the past few days. It was said that Shangguan Qing, the president of Shangguan Group, had been in poor health recently and he would most likely choose an heir from among his existing descendants, so Xia Wan'er dared to give it a try.
Murong Qiao suddenly smiled, threw the fruit basket to the person behind him, took off his glasses, lowered his head and laughed a few times, then stretched out his hand to applaud Xia Wan'er: "You are worthy of being my Wan'er. It's been a long time since we last met, and you have become more and more likable."
Ran Qin was almost disgusted by him. He looked exactly like Shangguan Qiao, but the feeling he gave was completely different. Seeing him start to step in, she quickly stopped him: "Stop right there! Teacher Xia has nothing to do with you. If you dare to take another step, our teacher Qiao will not let you go!"
"Qiao Mingye?" Murong Qiao sneered, his eyes locked on Ran Qin like a venomous snake, "Who the hell is he?"
Seeing that he looked wrong, Xia Wan'er quickly spoke up, placing one hand in front of the screen: "Shangguan Rong, I'm not kidding, I really will upload it with one click! My reputation is not good to begin with, I don't care, but you are different, you are now-"
Murong Qiao suddenly raised his hand, and the glasses in his hand flew towards Xia Wan'er.
The speed was so fast that Xia Wan'er had no time to dodge. She felt a sudden pain in her wrist and her phone fell to the ground with a clang. By the time she reacted, Ran Qin was captured by two bodyguards and the phone fell into the hands of Murong Qiao's men.
The tall and thin man checked it and said to Murong Qiao with a smile: "King, this phone is broken. It can't even be turned on."
Murong Qiao took it, glanced at it, and threw it out of the window. He walked towards Xia Wan'er with a meaningful smile, stretched out his hand and pinched her chin: "Wan'er, Wan'er, I don't know how to say good things about you. You are so old, but you are still as naive as a child. However, I like you more and more."
(End of this chapter)