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Chapter 142

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She received ten thousand points of damage from the second family.

Outsider, outsider! She hated hearing the word "outsider" the most right now!!!

Since Grandpa Zhan had already scolded her, Zhan Yihe was afraid that his actions would affect the interests of the second family, so he hurriedly apologized. "I'm sorry, Qianqian, I was too anxious. But Grandpa Zhan is right. Regardless of whether this medicine is useful or not, it's still a token of your sincerity. I shouldn't have casually handled it for you. Please forgive me. "

Zhan Yihe's eyes were extremely sincere, and he seemed to be sincerely apologizing.

Everyone at the side thought that since everyone had praised Jing Qianqian so highly, this matter would be settled just like that.

Even Zhan Shuyu thought so.

However, Grandpa Zhan and Zhan Yuheng looked at Jing Qianqian instead.

Jing Qianqian flashed a very beautiful and bright smile at Zhan Yihe. Then, just as everyone in the second family thought that she was going to say that it was fine, there was suddenly a crisp slap. A red handprint appeared on Zhan Yihe's face.

The handprint was very clear.

Everyone in the second family: …!!!

Grandpa Zhan: … Suddenly, he felt that it was good for his granddaughter-in-law to be a little fierce. Otherwise, if Achuan was bullied, no one would help him.

Zhan Yuheng met Zhan Shuyu's startled gaze and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He knew that this cat had a wild personality.

Just as time seemed to have stopped and everyone was stunned by this sudden slap, Jing Qianqian suddenly cried out —

"Aiya!"

Then, she used her left hand to dig into the palm of her right hand, her face full of sincerity and righteousness. "I don't like people who keep apologizing to me. After all, not every apology in this world can be accepted. However, I'm not the kind of person who will say that it's fine on the surface but secretly plot against you. So, this slap is the price for your apology. In the future, don't apologize to me so casually. If you apologize again, I might not accept it. "

Jing Qian's seductive face was too bright, and it was easy to arouse the jealousy of other women. However, her words and actions were so infuriating, and she didn't know what it meant to "take a step back and you'll be at peace". People couldn't help but want to tear her face apart.

Even if it was just a side branch, Zhan Yihe's status in the Zhongbo Group was extremely high. Usually, who didn't flatter her outside? Even if those famous people in H City saw her, they would always say some flattering words.

But this damned woman hit her!

Did she really think that she was going to apologize after giving her some face?

Zhan Yihe's face turned red, then white, then red again. His fists loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened. She had no idea how to deal with Jing Qian.

It was Zhan Yihe's first time experiencing such difficulties after so many years in the business world.

She wanted to slap her back, but Great Granduncle was here. She didn't dare to be so ruthless.

If she didn't slap her back, her face and dignity wouldn't allow it.

Zhan Yihe's grandfather, Zhan Renmian, and father, Zhan Junqi, had extremely ugly expressions on their faces.

It was fine that they were mercilessly slapped in the face by Zhanli River. Who asked Old Master Zhan to give 35% of his shares to Zhanli River? Even if he was paralyzed, he still had to give in to Zhan Yihe because of the 35% shares in his hands.

But what was Jing Qian?

She was just bought by the Zhan family. How dare she hit Zhan Yihe!!!

They all looked at Old Master Zhan. Their intentions couldn't be more obvious. They hoped that Old Master Zhan would say something.

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