Chapter 401 Going Abroad to Participate in Closed Competitions
Linlin played dumb, "I don't know what a posthumous child is. I'm only four years old."
Reporters: "..." We don't really trust you. You know everything. You can go to heaven and earth...
Dong Tinglu walked over and reminded Sang Yu that they were about to go in to participate in the event.
Sang Yu signaled to Lin Lin.
Linlin concluded, "I've said everything I need to say. People who like me definitely don't like me because I'm rich, right? Because I won't spend money on you. Yeah, that's it, that's right."
Everyone burst into laughter.
They were all a little confused when they saw Linlin being escorted inside by Sang Yu and the bodyguards.
Why do I always feel like Linlin has said everything and yet has said nothing?
Fuck, damn!
This kid is perfect for official rhetoric. No need for any investigation, just send him directly to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to deal with foreigners!
On this side, when he was about to enter the venue, Linlin suddenly turned around and winked at the many cameras, with a confident smile on his handsome face.
"Of what I just said, four are true and four are false. You can guess for yourself."
Reporters: “…” Oh shit!
At this time, Linlin had already followed Sang Yu in. Dong Tinglu was a little amused, a little confused, and asked in a dazed manner.
"Young Master, if you hadn't said that last sentence, your vision would have been blurred. Maybe half of them would have thought you were Mr. Bo's son."
Linlin glanced at her and said, "If my son becomes my brother, the old man will kill me."
Dong Tinglu: “…” So why are you confusing the public?
As if he could read her thoughts, Linlin raised his chin slightly, and said proudly, "How can I openly say my identity as Bo Shaolin? How embarrassing! I must be reserved, proud, and have a certain style!"
Dong Tinglu: “…”Is that so?
She looked at Sang Yu, who shook her head slightly, a helpless smile in her eyes: "Forget it, let the child play on his own. As long as he is happy, it's fine. Anyway... I guess he won't be happy for many days..."
Inside the venue, Sang Yu was busy working, squatting there solemnly.
The Internet is in chaos!
As soon as the video of the interview with Linlin was released, netizens started guessing.
Until Linlin's last words came out before leaving, everyone was like the reporters present, loving and hating her!
[Damn! I've been so caught up in this drama for nothing! I'm already thinking about me marrying Linlin, helping him snatch Mr. Bo's fortune, and becoming the next richest man!]
[If you had eaten two peanuts, the above person wouldn't have dared to think so.]
[Honestly, my husband's wink at the end was so handsome! Oh my god! He really can be warm, domineering, and cold. Absolutely amazing!]
So which four sentences are true and which four are false?
[Hahahaha, the reporters have already dug it out. My sister likes airplanes, the previous richest man also has the surname Bo, called Mr. Bo, and he won't spend money on us. These four sentences are true!!! The rest are all fake!]
[So he is the son of the richest man. Aaaaaa, my love for him deepens.]
[You are all after his money, only I am after his body.]
[Please put on some clothes upstairs. He is only four years old! ]
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The gossip about #Bo Shaolin, the son of the richest man# became more and more sensational, and Linlin's popularity became wider and wider.
The most intuitive data is that he occupies five of the top ten hot searches, half. At the same time, his number of Weibo fans has soared to nearly 200 million, which is more than twice that of Sang Yu, a mother.
But when Linlin returned home that day, he learned some bad news.
"Principal Xu called and asked you to go abroad to participate in a closed competition for a month."
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