Chapter 1137: Sister Nian: I’m Sorry, I’m Also Protective!

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Tang Wanru suddenly said coldly, “Xianrou is in the wrong. I respect Uncle’s character. I didn’t say anything when you mentioned Xianrou just now. I have no objections that you dote on your daughter, but Xianrou is also my daughter. I also have to protect my own daughter! If this matter isn’t only Xianrou’s fault, I hope you can apologize to my daughter when the time comes.

“It’s his fault for Jiang Li to post random things on Weibo. I’ll scold him, too. If someone asked him to post on the Internet, don’t blame me for saying something bad. That person should also apologize to Xianrou.”

Her aggressive att.i.tude made it clear that Qiao Nian was hiding behind the scenes and stirring up trouble.

“Heh.” Nie Mi almost exploded when he heard this, and he couldn’t help but let out a mocking sneer.

They were so shameless!

They had stolen Qiao Nian’s ident.i.ty, and Jiang Li had posted on Weibo in Jiang Xianrou’s place. This was already considered helping Jiang Xianrou bear some of the consequences.

Qiao Nian could post on Weibo by herself. She could ruin Jiang Xianrou as long as she posted using Zhui Guang’s account.

Tang Wanru could still say this and even wanted Qiao Nian to apologize to Jiang Xianrou. He felt that the mother and daughter pair were just dreaming!

“Weishang, that’s what you asked me to see?” Nie Mi didn’t give face and said directly to Old Master Jiang, “I wouldn’t let Nian Nian come to Beijing if I knew this was the situation in your family. This is how you want to compensate her?”

Old Master Jiang hadn’t had time to speak yet.

Tang Wanru actually interrupted and said confidently, “Master Nie, I know that Qiao Nian is your close disciple, but we only see right or wrong in this matter, and you can’t be too partial.”

At this time, the girl who had not spoken all the time laughed. Her voice was hoa.r.s.e, not as angry as Jiang Xianrou and Tang Wanru, but her indifferent tone had a rare seriousness. “I didn’t know what happened before I came, so I just checked online while you were talking.”

“Nian Nian, don’t worry about it, Dad will help you solve it. I’ll definitely help you get justice.” Jiang Zongjin was afraid that she would suffer.

“I’ll seek my own justice.” Qiao Nian kept him behind her without a trace, stretched out her hand, raised her black peaked cap, and revealed her overly good-looking appearance. Her sharp eyes went from Tang Wanru to Jiang Xianrou. It landed on Tang Wanru again, with a rather indifferent expression. “I just heard you say that if I’m Zhui Guang, she’ll have to apologize to me, right?”

Nie Mi originally thought that, with her character, she wouldn’t stand up for herself, but he was very surprised when she suddenly talked to Tang Wanru.

While surprised, he looked at Jiang Zongjin, who was being protected by Qiao Nian, and it became clear again.

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows arrogantly. “I don’t want her to apologize, I just want you to apologize to my dad for what you said before. Then, we’ll settle the scores.”

“…” Tang Wanru looked at her with a question mark, before pointing at Qiao Nian for a long time. She scolded, “Crazy!”

Could it be that she was really Zhui Guang?

“Yes, my personality is like this. I’m crazy!” Qiao Nian laughed. Then, she took out her mobile phone to log in to Weibo under Jiang Xianrou’s trembling eyes and threw the mobile phone in front of them.

“Take it and see clearly.”

What was her att.i.tude? Was this the att.i.tude of the younger generation? Sure enough, it was a country b.u.mpkin from Rao City. She was so rude to her elders whom she had never seen before.

Tang Wanru took a deep breath and almost fainted from anger. She barely picked up the phone that the girl had thrown over and took a closer look.

It was a Weibo account.

Qiao Nian had already typed in a line of words, but she didn’t post it.

The Weibo profile picture was very simple. It was just a picture of the sky, but there was a red Weibo authentication on the profile picture. Her eyes darkened as she looked at the authentication information below—Zhui Guang, independent musician.