Eighties Sweetheart Chapter 452 - 452 452 Song Yunuan, Get Out!

??Chapter 452: Chapter 452 Song Yunuan, Get Out!

Chapter 452: Chapter 452 Song Yunuan, Get Out!

Song Mingbo glanced at his sister, then walked over, but he seed hesitant to speak.

Song Yunuan, “If you have sothing to say, just say it.

Have you noticed sothing?”

Song Mingbo ruffled his hair, “When we get off the vehicle, soone will target you.

It’s not serious, but it’s not a trivial matter either.”

Without a doubt, it must be so kind of trick orchestrated by Shangguan Heng and his people.

The route taken this ti had been put on hold for a while, and after reaching the destination, there would still be a car journey.

All these had been arranged.

The journey went smoothly, and upon reaching the gate, Song Yunuan looked out to see the area was already quite prosperous.

The mbers’ eyes were wide open, feeling the trip was indeed worthwhile.

Uncle Lew was excited, imdiately spotting Song Yunuan and Zhong Shaoqing.

Shaoqing was thinner, but he looked spirited, especially his bright eyes.

However, just then, there was a disturbance among the bodyguards on the periter, as if soone was saying sothing outside.

It seed like a group of people were approaching.

But they were quickly stopped, and it wasn’t long before things quieted down.

The next mont, a loudspeaker’s voice ca from across the street.

“Song Yunuan, get out of here!”

It was a young man’s voice, speaking in awkward Mandarin that sounded strange but was clearly audible.

Song Yunuan sighed; none of them were easy to manage.

Do they even know her to be yelling for her to get out?

Yet her reaction was swift.

She took out a slingshot from her shoulder bag, loaded it with twelve hard, specially made clay pellets, and shot towards the source of the voice with the speed of lightning.

Song Yunuan’s movents were extrely fast, and in just the blink of an eye, over thirty energy-laden clay pellets spread out like a fan.

She stood in the middle of the crowd.

Before the people who heard the voice in front had ti to turn around and look at Song Yunuan, Uncle Lew’s face turned livid with anger.

He opened his mouth to order the bodyguards to catch soone, but Xia Bowen stopped Song Yunuan from leaving.

Over there, Duan Chuchu suddenly burst out laughing, and in a seemingly feeble whisper, she said, “That’s terrifying, isn’t it?

Asking Song Yunuan to get out, but why?

Did Song Yunuan cause trouble?

Could she drag us down with her?”

In fact, many people did not react, but the scene was quiet, without long queues, and because everyone was walking together, such ill-intentioned comnts were heard by those close to her.

Among them was Song Ting.

Song Ting felt she could tolerate anything directed at herself, but she could not stand to hear a single word against Little Nuan.

Song Ting pulled Duan Chuchu aside with the quickest move and took her into a blind spot by the wall.

After a swift glance around, she backhanded Duan Chuchu across the face twice.

Duan Chuchu’s face imdiately swelled from the slaps.

She seed not to have realized what happened yet, and as it began to dawn on her, her face turned a ghastly pale.

She tried to lunge at Song Ting, only to be yanked back.

Song Ting glared at Duan Chuchu with deadly intent and whispered threateningly, “Duan Chuchu, you ungrateful wretch.

Little Nuan helped you find your gold bracelet, and yet you question her like this.

From now on, if you dare ntion Little Nuan again, I will hit you every ti you do.

If you dare harbor malicious thoughts, I’ll risk losing my job to end you.

I an what I say!”

Duan Chuchu was hateful for her deep cunning; she never directly said anything to anyone, maintaining an ambiguous stance which, in the end, left her unconnected to any incriminating incident.

Just like the ti a colleague bumped into Shi Jinglan.

He could have avoided her, but to ingratiate himself with Duan Chuchu, he deliberately collided with Shi Jinglan.

This colleague ended up detained at the police station, and an investigation was underway.

However, no evidence of Duan Chuchu’s instigation could be found.

In other words, Duan Chuchu was very clever with her words.

Before doing anything, she had already planned how to shift the bla.

She had not committed any serious offenses, and with the Duan family visiting the group leader of the main regint several tis, the group leader could hardly dismiss their face outright and had to agree.

Throughout the trip, she had been very quiet, no different from usual.

But now she had ridiculed Little Nuan, and Song Ting would not let her continue.

At this mont, everyone was looking ahead, trying to find Song Yunuan and the leaders to see what the matter was, and no one was paying attention here.

Song Ting roughly pulled Duan Chuchu over, forcing her to queue in front of her.

Duan Chuchu’s legs were trembling.

She harbored resentnt in her heart, but it was suppressed by the ferocity of Song Ting.

She had not expected Song Ting to have this side to her.

Song Ting’s warning glance fell on Duan Chuchu, but she felt sowhat uneasy inside, unsure whether her actions would bring trouble for Little Nuan.

Yet she had no choice but to do so.

All of it happened in the blink of an eye.

Xia Bowen and Old Man Gu’s expressions darkened at once, and they quickened their pace.

The staff at the venue were also puzzled.

They sent soone to check it out shortly after.

Uncle Lew stamped his feet in anger, feeling utterly disrespected.

It didn’t take much thought to realize that Ding Liang must have been behind this.

That Ding Liang, considering himself the top disciple of Sixth Master, was extrely arrogant and presumptuous, snatching a lot of business from the Lew family over the years.

Nowadays, the Lew family had beco very low-key.

In recent years, they were suppressed by Zhong Daqiao, leading to the abandonnt of many business deals.

But the Lew family was also a century-old household, and even if so businesses were relinquished, they still had many in their hands.

Then those got targeted by Ding Liang.

He brazenly claid their business as his own.

He also threatened people, declaring that if they dared to resist any further, he’d desecrate the Lew family’s ancestral graves.

Uncle Lew hadn’t expected that such audacity would erge on this particular day.

It was to be known that this was Xiangjiang’s first official engagent with the public.

After so many years, this was the only ti such an event had occurred, and it was taken very seriously by everyone.

Both the security company and the family’s bodyguards had been dispatched.

But he held no authority to cordon off the road.

The people causing trouble were the youth.

Their reckless and unruly ti of life.

Uncle Lew was just about to order the head of the bodyguards to swiftly get rid of these young people.

But then ca Old Master Gu and Xia Bowen, both radiating murderous intent.

Before he could explain, a figure flashed by right before his eyes.

Old Master Gu, Xia Bowen, and Xia Xindong only heard Song Yunuan saying, “Wait for , I’ll be right back.”

Her voice had barely faded when the figure had already disappeared.

The old master reacted the fastest, quickly signaling Xia Bowen with his eyes, as there were likely quite a few reporters watching the commotion at this point.

Fortunately, only one sentence was shouted, and the second wasn’t heard.

But even with that one sentence, those reporters with sharp noses probably surged forward.

These reporters weren’t inside; they were all around the periter.

This ti, the charity performance was conducted in a low-key manner to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Thus, inside there were no journalists from the newspapers.

Xia Xindong’s face was grim as he fixed his gaze on Shangguan Heng.

Zhong Shaoqing also looked on grimly at Zhong Daqiao.

It was Little Nuan’s first ti in Xiangjiang, who could she possibly have a grudge against?

These people didn’t even recognize her.

The incident just now was nothing more than a flash in the pan.

Xia Bowen didn’t know what Little Nuan had done, but the other side shut up.

So, he greeted the officials from the venue with a beaming smile, exchanging pleasantries with Uncle Lew.

Chief Niu did likewise, as Old Master Gu kept a low profile this ti, using the identity of logistics support for the dance ensemble.