Just as Ai Jiang’s voice fell, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "I was wondering why the air here slls so bad, turns out soone’s been farting!"
It was a woman’s voice, sharp and domineering.
While others were still imrsed in Ai Jiang’s words, Xia Wan’an excitedly looked up towards the source of the voice.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Song Youman, wearing a black leather jacket, a pink skirt, and casual flat shoes, defiantly walked through the crowd towards Xia Wan’an.
As Song Youman got closer to Xia Wan’an, many people’s gaze fell on her. Despite the curious or surprised eyes, she disdainfully brushed past Ai Jiang, who was standing in front of Xia Wan’an, and reached out to grasp Xia Wan’an’s hand.
The tips of Xia Wan’an’s fingers were trembling because of her anger and wrongful accusation. Song Youman, who felt sorry for her, tightened her grip a little more, and after giving Xia Wan’an a reassuring look, she stood in front of Xia Wan’an and looked at Ai Jiang: "Ai Jiang, I have to say, when it cos to distorting the truth, you’re second to none in the world!"
"You said An’an seduced He Che behind the scenes, leading to your breakup? Huh, are you sure you’re talking about An’an, and not introducing yourself?"
"Ai Jiang, do you find this amusing? Being saintly in front of people, but a devil at their back, don’t you feel disgusted with yourself? I beg you, next ti you face the world, take off your mask. Can you stop being a drama queen everywhere you go?"
The relentless barrage of words from Song Youman left Ai Jiang’s face changing between pale and flushed, even her tears stopped falling.
Chi Mu, seeing Ai Jiang was stunned, glared at her reproachfully, and then looked at Song Youman: "May I ask, who are you... "
"Who I am is not important, and of course, I’m not interested in knowing who you are either. I ca here to cause a scene!" Song Youman interrupted Chi Mu before she could finish speaking.
Chi Mu, always used being arrogant, was not used to being spoken to in this manner. A chill fell over her face, "I’m sorry, miss, this is a private gathering. We don’t welco strangers in, so please leave."
"Do you think I care about coming to this shithole? Don’t worry, I will leave. But before I go, I’m going to set things straight!" Song Youman was no less domineering than Chi Mu.
"What a shrewish woman..." Chi Mu scoffed at Song Youman, then turned to the event manager: "What are you standing there for? Get security to kick her out!"
As Chi Mu’s words fell, a security guard imdiately started walking towards Song Youman.
Seeing this, Han Jingnian and Zhang Te’s assistant exchanged glances. As Zhang Te’s assistant was about to intervene to stop it, he saw the security guard get knocked over by Song Youman before he even got close to her.
Because of her constitution, Xia Wan’an had always been unable to engage in strenuous exercise. When she was young, Xia Wan’an would get sick after going horse riding, but Song Youman was different. She was born to be a warrior. And the feeble security guard? To kick her out?
Watching the security guard collapse, Chi Mu’s chest heaved with anger: "Call the police! Charge her with breaking into a private residence!"
"If you think she’s breaking into a private residence, what about ?" Alongside Chi Mu’s words, another voice ca from the crowd, and this ti it was a man’s.
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