Chapter 182
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Did he get close to her because of her brother?
If that was the case, she would not let him succeed no matter what his motive was.
Yu Qiubai was starting to doubt his own guess that she might really have nothing to do with that person. Still, he wanted to test her. "The Li Family was annihilated 20 years ago. Fifth Yanchen went missing on that day as well. The Diwu Family said that he was dead, but I heard that the Diwu Family had been hunting him down.
Five years ago, the Diwu Family was annihilated in the same way as the Li Family. Everyone said that it was done by Diwu Yanchen and that he was back to take revenge for his mother's family. "
Shen Xi's heart felt as though it was being sliced by a knife just by listening to his simple description. It was so painful that she could barely breathe as she continued walking forward expressionlessly.
"Why? Not interested? That Diwu Yanchen is the pitiful one! " Looking at her lack of reaction, Yu Qiubai was disappointed as he leaned over and reminded her mysteriously, "It's fine if you don't want to hear it. It's not a good story anyway. However, these are all secrets. You'd better not leak them out."
"Then why are you telling me?" Shen Xi sent a kick at him. It was a clean move that was ruthless and merciless.
She wanted to know everything that was related to him, no matter if it was a legend or anything else. She wanted to know everything.
Yu Qiubai sighed in his heart. Had he lost his lead again?
Just what was he supposed to do to find Diwu Yanchen?
Speaking of which, he was thinking too much. This lass was just a pitiful girl who had been abandoned. How could she know Diwu Yanchen? Wasn't he clearer than anyone else about her background?
If she knew Diwu Yanchen, or if she had anything to do with him, given that person's temper, how could her Family Su have survived until now?
That Kong Tao from the broadcasting station was not as simple as just resigning. It was already merciful of him not to annihilate his entire family.
Teacher Xu was the lead teacher for the English debate competition, and the reason why she had called them over was to pass them the books.
Shen Xi knew that Yu Qiubai, that b * stard, had gone to call her and Pei Xu over on purpose. It was just a few books, and he could have helped them pass them over.
The international class was also very lively.
Song Wenye turned into a storyteller. He stepped on the chair and slapped the eraser. "Speaking of Cloud Seven, she's really a heroine. She charged into the hooligan's lair alone and beat up that old hooligan, Kong Tao, so badly that he didn't even dare to fart."
The onlookers who were listening to the story looked at her excitedly.
Shen Xi glanced at her. She was exaggerating. She was not that domineering. Kong Tao was arrogant!
The story of the scriptwriter of "The Smiling Nation", Cloud Seven, flying to Sea City overnight and storming the TV station to confront the director, Kong Tao, spread like wildfire.
Cloud Seven became the idol of countless people, especially the scriptwriters of national dramas. They were so excited and admired her that they cried and made her their lifelong goal.
Cloud Seven had single-handedly brought the industry of screenwriters out of the industry. She had unknowingly raised the value of screenwriters and protected their dignity. She had clearly told everyone that screenwriters were the core of an excellent TV series.
Many of Huaxia's outstanding scriptwriters had also jumped ship to Cosmos Entertainment, hoping to work with Cloud Seven.
It was windy and the weather was not good. When school ended in the afternoon, the sky was so white that it looked like it was going to snow.
Shen Xi sat on the ladder and opened her exercise book to reveal a watercolor drawing.
The drawing paper looked like it had been touched countless times and was already a little worn.
It was a colorful watercolor drawing, but it brought out endless paleness, helplessness, and unwillingness.
In the drawing, there was a small, skinny child in tattered clothes. His eyes were as sharp as a goshawk's. They were bloodthirsty, warning, and murderous.
He was too skinny, and his eyes looked even bigger. The despair, unwillingness, and surging hatred in the depths of his eyes were too much.
This was the first time she saw him like this. He was on his last breath, but he was a beast ready to attack at any time.
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