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Atlas Studios
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Lu Qi’er lifted her head and wanted to complain about Lu Yan’s actions, but she could only see Lu Yan narrowing his deep brown eyes and giving her a spurious smile.
That smile sent a shiver up her spine and her complaints were lodged in her throat.
Lu Qi’er didn’t dare to continue speaking.
Retracting his muscular arm, Lu Yan remained unaffected.
Qi’er, you should return home early after spending your time here. I’ll leave first.
Lu Yan then took An’an with him and left.
Lu Qi’er look at Lu Yan’s back view as he left. Hmph! Did he think he was some kind of big shot? She knew of Daddy’s secret, he had someone hidden in his basement.
A woman who had been unconscious for many years.
Daddy had been handling two matters all the years he had gone. He was busy awakening the unconscious woman and also, searching for her dead mommy, Lin Xuanji.
…
Gu Tianling wasn’t interested in their affairs and so he left. As Huo Yanmei was busy catching up to An’an, she left too. The crowd had dispersed and only Lu Qi’er left standing there.
Now that the commotion was over, Lu Qi’er was bored and wanted to grab a car back, but her cell phone ringtone rang.
She received a short video from an unknown number.
She clicked it open and saw Huo Yanmei slapping Tang Mo’er in the video—-‘Tang Mo’er, you’re really shameless. Gu Mohan just abandoned you and now you’re trying to hook his father up? You won’t even let both father and son off. You’re really vicious!’
Oh god.
Lu Qi’er gasped, Tang Mo’er was… involved with Gu Tianling?
That was some powerful news, if she were to upload it onto the internet, it would cause an upheaval and Tang Mo’er would be ruined!
Who exactly sent her that video?
An unknown number.
A creepy smile crossed Lu Qi’er’s face. It didn’t matter who sent her the video, but that person was her ally and was helping her out in secret.
Things were looking up. Tang Mo’er and Gu Tianling, she could definitely plan something great out of this!
…
Along the corridor.
Huo Beichen chased after Tang Mo’er.
Hey, Tang Mo’er, stand right there. Stop! You should hurry and visit my brother in the hospital. Second Brother has an infection and a persistently high fever. He’s been unconscious in the ICU for the entire day already! The doctor warned us that if he doesn’t wake up in the next 24 hours, the fever will damage his brain. You need to go and wake him up!
Tang Mo’er blinked her eyes hard, Gu Mohan had a high fever and was unconscious? The words repeated in her mind like they on a loudspeaker.
Though she had already broken up with him, this news made her heart wrench in pain.
Tang Mo’er, are you deaf!
Huo Beichen blew up in a rage, he had spoken so much and this woman treated him as though he was invisible. This was the first time he had received such cold treatment from anyone.
He stretched out his large palm and grabbed Tang Mo’er’s slender arm, forcefully twisting her around.
Tang Mo’er, youー
Huo Beichen suddenly stopped talking abruptly when he saw the bright red palm print on the right side of Tang Mo’er’s face.
Her eyes were red and it was a rare moment that she revealed her weak side to him again.
First, it was that time in the pond and now this.
Did my aunt slap you just now? Tang Mo’er, are you a pig? Don’t you know how to avoid it when someone tries to slap you?
Stretching out his arm, Huo Beichen moved to caress the angry red mark on her face.
Realizing that he was about to touch her tiny face, pah! Tang Mo’er instantly hit his hand away.
Btch!
Huo Beichen frowned, pressing a few fingers on Tang Mo’er’s shoulders and pushing her against the wall.
He stretched out a few slender fingers and poked the injured area on her face forcefully.
The skin was rather delicate and extremely supple and bouncy. When he poked her face, it instantly rebounded and recovered its original state.
He then stretched out his hand to pick up her tiny, injured face.
Tang Mo’er was in so much pain that she glared at Huo Beichen ferociously.
Young Master Huo, how old are you now, you’re still a fan of pranking others?
