Bringing the Nation's Husband Home Chapter 149: Answer Me One Question (1)

Chapter 149: Answer One Question (1)

Translator: Kingbao Editor: DarkGem

"Ya, she sure is calm. If I were her, I would definitely be hiding."

"Do you think Mr. Lu fell for her or she seduced him?"

"Isn’t it obvious? It was definitely her who took the initiative. Besides, didn’t you realize that producer Sun was treating her quite good as well? She probably got the role by sleeping with the important people in the set."

"But how could Mr. Lu do this? The first ti he has a scandal, and its with her..."

"Hehe... are you jealous? You could also use supper as a way to care for him, then just offer yourself. If Mr. Lu is tempted, you might be on your way to stardom."

"? Jealous? What should I be jealous about? Isn’t it just selling your body, thats what prostitutes do!"

As their words beca aner, Zhao ng couldn’t help coughing, alarming the group. The instance they saw Qiao Anhao, their faces fell. But quickly, they cald, stood up, and left, ignoring Qiao Anhao’s presence entirely.

First one, and then the rest of them. In less than half a minute, only Zhao ng and Qiao Anhao were left in the lounge.

Zhao ng observed Qiao Anhao. She looked so calm it was scary. After a while, Zhao ng softly opened her mouth, wanting to comfort her friend, "Qiao Qiao..."

Qiao Anhao blinked, coming back to her senses. She gave her phone to Zhao ng, and in a calm voice, she instructed, "Go online and find out exactly what kind of news it is."

Finishing, Qiao Anhao took large strides towards the elevator and pressed the button.

The minute she returned to her room, Zhao ng passed her phone over. "Qiao Qiao, soone sent an anonymous ssage on weibo, and it has gone viral... they said you entered Mr. Lu’s room in the middle of the night without notice..."

Zhao ng’s voice softened at the end of the sentence.

Qiao Anhao clenched her lips as she reached out for the phone, but Zhao ng pulled it away. "Qiao Qiao, every artist has scandals, it’ll be over after a while..."

"Give my phone," Qiao Anhao commanded as she stuck her hand out.

Zhao ng held onto the phone, taking two steps back, shaking her head. "Qiao Qiao , you don’t have to see this... It’s just going to hurt you."

Qiao Anhao who was always mild-tempered couldn’t help shouting, "I said, give my phone!"