One after another, the reporters raised their cameras and frantically took pictures, and started to ask questions. âMr. Lu, your son is suspected of plagiarism, and the original creator even almost commited suicide. How do you explain this?â
âAlso, your daughter bullied the other partyâs daughter in front of everyone, and even forced the other party to return all the favors she received from your family. How do you explain this?â
âAs for your daughterâs heaven-defying skills in traditional Chinese medicine, if she didnât receive a good education in the Qi family, how do you explain that?â
The reporters fired off questions one after another.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
It felt like a bunch of flies were buzzing around in front of Father Lu. He shouted impatiently, âWhatâs there to explain?!
âShow me evidence that my son plagiarized. As for my daughter forcing the other party, the only portion she got back had to do with her motherâs song. As for why my daughter is so awesome, thatâs because sheâs smart and eager to learn. How does that have anything to do with that d*mn Qi family?â
Father Luâs imposing tone was completely self-righteous. When he roared with his tall and mighty figure, everyone trembled in fear.
However, there were also many reporters who feebly held out their microphones and continued to ask questions. âThen, from what youâre saying, your daughterâs achievements have nothing to do with the Qi family. Then, why did Mrs. Qi sayâ¦â
âWhat did she say? Isnât she here? Why is she asking you to speak instead?â
Father Luâs face was cold. Before the reporter could finish speaking, Lu Xiao looked fiercely at Zhang Xinhui.
Zhang Xinhui was already trembling with fear. She was afraid that Lu Xiao would cut her down if he was unhappy, but when she thought about how there were so many people around, she put on a bold face and spoke for her daughterâs sake. âYou, how did you treat our Yan Yan in the past?
âYou, did you bully and ground her often? Is that why sheâs so understanding?â
Zhang Xinhui actually wanted to say something worse, but looking at Lu Xiaoâs overbearing face, she inexplicably didnât dare say anything, and only asked this question.
Father Lu laughed coldly. âDid your daughter tell you that?
âYou can ask around. When she was three years old, I sent her to learn the zither; when she was five, I sent her to learn painting. Whatever she liked, whatever she wanted to learn, I let her do it. I helped her and I gave her the best to eat and use. I even gave her an extra million yuan each month for her living expenses. I never mistreated her!
âAs for you, how did you treat my daughter?
âBecause she wasnât in good health, you left her in the countryside since she was young, and it was just one old man who was willing to take care of her.
âBut how much can this old man know?
âHe tried his best to find teachers for her so that she could learn more. When it came to private girl matters, however, she could only rely on herself!
âDid you ever help her?
âYou actually have the cheek to come and ask me what I did wrong? I havenât settled accounts with you yet!â
Father Luâs face was dark, and he was about to explode with anger.
It was only because his daughter had stopped him that day that he didnât go over to their place to thrash them soundly!
âThis, thisâ¦â
Zhang Xinhui was instantly at a loss for words. She suppressed her emotions and looked at Lu An behind Lu Xiao.
Didnât the old man say that Lu An had never blamed them? Wasnât this proof that they hadnât mistreated her?
âLu, Lu An, tell me: When you were with us, did Dad and Mom mistreat you?â