Chapter 31 Oh, it's a dart.
Perhaps it was the stark, almost mad-like gazes directed at Wen An that were too jarring.
Ji Xian's expression tightened, and he quickly reached out to cover Wen An's mouth.
Then he picked her up and quickly moved to another corner.
"An'an, food is so hard to find these days. They're giving us life-saving food. How can you say such ungrateful things?"
Before Wen An could finish speaking, tears began to flow.
Normally, she would practice repeatedly in front of the mirror, carefully finding the best angle to shed tears.
She could use her charm to some extent in front of Ji Xian, making him feel sorry for her.
But at this moment, her face still bore the marks of Lu Nange's fan from that morning, red and swollen.
Her eyes were red and she looked at Ji Xian with a wronged expression, looking just like a swollen pig's head.
Ji Xian was startled by the "pig face" and instinctively raised his hand to cover her face again.
Wen An couldn't believe it. He reached out and grabbed Ji Xian's hand, pulling it down forcefully.
"Ji Xian, what do you mean by covering my face?"
"An'an, I'm so sorry, your face is really swollen."
The surroundings were unusually quiet, and the conversation between the two could be clearly heard by Lu Nange and the others.
He Zhuo's undisguised laughter was exceptionally loud.
"Short stature, not sweet-talking, swollen face, no brains and a black heart!"
Wen An shoved Ji Xian aside and rushed towards He Zhuo, shouting at the top of her lungs, "He Zhuo, are you out of your mind?!"
He Zhuo took several steps back and patted his heart with both hands.
"My God, Wen An! Your voice is so rough! And your face is swollen like a pig's. No wonder Lao Ji can't stand it!"
Wen An grabbed a stool and threw it at He Zhuo. He Zhuo kicked the flying stool, which instantly changed direction and was kicked aside.
Because of the excessive force, Wen An leaned backward with the momentum, his body falling uncontrollably backward.
Ji Xian quickly reached out and hugged her.
He Zhuo steadied himself: "Just because I give Lao Ji face doesn't mean I have to give you face. I don't have a habit of not hitting women either."
"With this kind of manners, but... compared to an ingrate like you, I'm completely outclassed!"
Lu Nange and Lu Beiye sat not far behind the group, their gazes piercing through the glass window as they looked downstairs.
Lu Xici, Chi Yanzhou, Chi Yi, Gu Wan, and Gu Qi sat around the siblings, forming a protective circle from a distance.
After everyone had thrown down their chairs, Gu Qi suddenly stood up: "Old Ji, since Miss Wen dislikes our instant noodles, then we'll accept them!"
"Whether I mind it or not is my business, but since this instant noodle has been delivered, it should be mine, and no one can take it away!" Wen An's voice sounded sharp and domineering at this moment.
Lu Nange closed her eyes impatiently from the noise, while Lu Beiye jumped up from the stool.
He threw a golden dart directly at Wen An, and the dart flew straight towards him with a "whoosh".
The dart landed squarely near Wen An's mouth...
The powerful impact caused one of her teeth to detach from her gums instantly, falling to the dusty ground with a "plop".
"Shut up, you're disturbing my sister!" The little guy was both arrogant and fierce!
Wen An stared wide-eyed in horror, his lisp and trembling lips uttering two words: "Monster... monster."
Lu Nange slowly opened her eyes, a hint of coldness flashing in them.
Then, she made a grasping motion with her hand at her side, and a dart appeared in her hand.
With a slight flick of her wrist, the dart pierced Wen An's right cheek. The dart embedded itself in his flesh, and Wen An let out a muffled groan of pain.
"Miss Wen, can you please shut up?"
Lu Beiye tilted his head, his chubby face and light chestnut eyes curving with a smile.
I wrapped my arms around Lu Nange's neck. My sister really loves me the most!
Ji Xian...[I'm tired, I don't want to deal with this anymore! A person who wants to die, not even nine oxen could stop them!]
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