"Oh, you're willing to be punished? Then go and get punished."
The corners of Cha Xiaohan's mouth were stained with red wine, and her words were so sharp that people felt numb when they heard them, but the man below seemed to have been exempted. He quickly said a few "yes" and left immediately.
In just a few seconds, Cha Xiaohan was the only one left in the huge living room.
"Meng Nanxi, ah Meng Nanxi, I'll let you jump around for a while. Once I find a way out, that will be the time when you'll be ruined."
Thinking of the possible online blackmail Meng Nanxi might face in the future, Cha Xiaohan laughed heartily, his face full of the desire for Meng Nanxi to get out of the entertainment industry.
How did she leave NM Entertainment in disgrace and how was she hacked online? Meng Nanxi must also endure the same pain!
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"Are you sure? Are you sure it's this Meng Nanxi?"
Father Song was standing on the balcony, gazing at the distant scenery, feeling the cold wind, and hearing the news from the other end of the phone.
Although I already had an idea, I was still shocked when I actually heard the result.
So, they were actually so close to each other?
Then why didn't they find them after searching for so many times? Now both of them died in a car accident, leaving behind only a daughter. How can they accept this?
Mr. Song was silent for a long time, and it was half an hour later when he hung up the phone.
And everything about Meng Nanxi's life had been delivered to her by the other party via email.
By the time Mr. Song finished reading it all, his fists were stiff.
Is this bullying the Song family because they have no one there?
How could they treat their granddaughter like this?
"Hey, Dad, what are you doing? Is there anything interesting on the computer? You've been looking at it all afternoon."
Song Chengcheng looked at his father in confusion. This had happened so many times. Why was his father acting so strangely lately?
It seemed like she was searching for something. Could it really be related to Meng Nanxi, who looked so much like her grandmother? Or was it...
While Song Chengcheng was still thinking, a coin hit him on the forehead, making him hug his head in pleasure.
"Dad, what are you doing!"
Song Chengcheng pursed his lips and looked at his father with accusatory eyes.
Didn't he just ask a question? Why was he beaten? Did he do something wrong recently? It shouldn't be like that. He hasn't been in trouble lately. He hasn't even chased celebrities or gone to the racecourse.
Song Chengcheng went over it several times in his mind, but still couldn't find the reason why he had angered his father. He immediately looked at his father with his hands on his hips and said, "Dad, why did you hit me? I'm going to tell grandpa."
Sure enough, when he heard the word "Grandpa", Song's father immediately came to his senses and looked at Song Chengcheng with ill intentions.
"Dad... Dad, what are you doing? Looking at me like that... I'm scared..."
Song Chengcheng, who had never been looked at like this by Song's father, took a deep breath and opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen a devil.
Isn't this the devil?
His father had never looked at him like this before.
"Don't you like chasing stars? Go and see if you can meet Meng Nanxi in the next few days."
Song's father spoke with great certainty, as if he was already certain that the other party would be able to meet Meng Nanxi.
"What? Dad, what are you talking about? Did I not hear you clearly?"
Song Chengcheng scratched his ears, as if he had misheard something. Did his father just ask him to chase stars?
Oh my God, was his father’s brain damaged by the fall, or was he mad at him to death?
His father, who always hated his star-chasing, could actually say such words. Song Chengcheng felt as if he was dreaming.
But the very serious expression on Mr. Song's face as he stood before him seemed so real to him.
With a "slap", another slap came over: "I told you to chase Meng Nanxi, but you didn't understand? Don't you chase stars all the time? Go check out Meng Nanxi's schedule, and we'll contact her when the time comes."
Father Song looked at his son in front of him with disappointment. Has he become stupid from chasing stars?
"Ah? Dad, have you forgotten that we can look for Song Yuanyuan? Isn't she in the entertainment industry? Why not let her collaborate with Meng Nanxi on a variety show or movie? Isn't that right?"
Song Chengcheng resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Is my dad stupid or stupid or stupid? Why didn't he think of Yuanyuan, the big devil?
Song Yuanyuan, a rising star in the entertainment industry, has good acting skills and good looks. Her only shortcoming is that she is not good at speaking and does not like flattery. However, she is also loved by many fans, including wealthy fans.
"she?"
Father Song touched his chin, thinking of Song Yuanyuan's recent trending searches, and immediately made a decision: "Then you should tell Yuanyuan when the time comes, as soon as possible."
"Oh. All right then."
Song Chengcheng nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as it doesn't involve me, it's great. Everyone knows that my dad always does what he says, and if things go wrong, I will definitely criticize him.
It’s better to drag people into the water.
Thinking of this, Song Chengcheng took out his cell phone from his pocket, sent a few words on Song Yuanyuan's WeChat interface, and then put the phone back happily, walked to the sofa with his hands in his pockets and sat down.
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