"Lanlan, how could you say that? You're my sister, I'm too busy protecting you..." Han Xueqian looked heartbroken, her expression truly breaking one's heart. "I know I'm superfluous, but I really want to be your sister. You can't blame me for what others say."
Sure enough, the way the young men around Le Yao looked at her changed.
Le Yao was about to applaud; the skill of this seemingly innocent but actually cunning woman was truly impressive. Look, she had garnered everyone's sympathy with just a few words. But how could she let her succeed? She immediately pouted, her eyes reddening: "I knew my sister was the best to me. It couldn't be what you said, after all, Dad always gives you hundreds of thousands in pocket money, while I only get two thousand, and you always secretly give me two thousand. Every time Aunt Zhou goes out shopping, there's nothing for me, but you always give me one or two things… How could such a good sister incite others to come and belittle me?"
The expressions on the faces of those around them became even more varied.
Han Xueqian almost vomited blood. This idiot has really become smarter. It would have been better if he hadn't said anything at all.
"Lanlan, today is your father's birthday. With so many guests here, let's not talk about this now. We can sit down and chat as a family later," Zhou Yunmeng quickly smoothed things over. "Now..."
"Now, Dad, can you make up for all the pocket money I've had over the years?" Le Yao asked innocently. "I'm still staying at a classmate's house. You can stay in my house without paying rent, but I feel bad about living in other people's houses for free..."
When Han Shengjia heard this, he almost vomited blood. Was this bastard doing it on purpose?
Seeing their frustrated expressions—wanting to bite her to death but unable to do anything—Le Yao felt incredibly satisfied. She felt like she could debut right there and then and compete for an Oscar.
"You country bumpkin, get out!" At this moment, a teenager suddenly rushed over and slapped Le Yao. "You're not welcome here." It was Han Pengcheng, the son of Zhou Yunmeng and Han Guosheng, who was in the third year of junior high school.
Zhou Yun tried to pull her son away, but she was too late and watched helplessly as the slap was about to land on Le Yao's face.
Le Yao hadn't expected the other party to attack so quickly, and she was caught off guard. However, her instinct for self-preservation made her instinctively dodge to the side, and then...
With a loud slap, everyone in the room froze.
Zhou Yunmeng covered her face and didn't react for a long time.
"Aunt Zhou, you're so good to me." Le Yao blinked, then reached out and hugged Zhou Yunmeng. "You actually rushed over to shield me from the slap! You're so amazing... So, I feel bad asking you for rent since you're living in my house..."
Zhou Yunmeng: ...
who I am?
Han Pengcheng: ...
who I am?
South Korea wins: ...
What the hell is this daughter saying?
After wiping her snot on Zhou Yunmeng's dress, Le Yao let go, turned around, grabbed Han Pengcheng by the collar, and slapped him hard across the face: "You dare to hit your mother, so next you'll dare to kill your father, right?"
"I..." Han Pengcheng wanted to refute, even to fight back, but the other party didn't give him a chance at all. He didn't know where the other party got the strength from, and he couldn't even break free.
"You live in my house, spend my money, and you still want to hit me? Did you leave your brain in the outhouse? Didn't your school teach you propriety, righteousness, benevolence, wisdom, and filial piety? Didn't you learn the 24-character core socialist values in your law and political education class? Or..."
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