The reporters’ questions were relentless, cutting to the heart.
They mercilessly tore away the veil from Zhang Xianxian’s head.
Zhang Dalong just stood there, stunned.
Cheating?
A problem with her public persona?
points?
What was going on?
Before Zhang Dalong could react, a reporter pressed on, "Does your silence mean you’re conceding the point?"
"It seems Mr. Zhang is not yet aware of Miss Zhang’s college entrance exam score, am I right, Mr. Zhang?"
As the head of a group, Zhang Dalong knew his top priority now was to make sense of the situation.
At times like this, whatever you say can be taken the wrong way.
He tried hard to calm down, looked up at the reporters, and said, "I’m sorry everyone, I’m not in a position to give an interview today."
With that, a few assistants, having realized the situation, quickly stepped forward and blocked the swarming reporters.
Zhang Dalong ducked down and quickly walked into the luxury car parked by the roadside.
Only after the vehicle started moving did he speak up sternly, "Find out what’s going on!"
"Yes, sir."
Soon, the assistant found something on Weibo.
He handed his phone to Zhang Dalong, "Take a look at this, and you’ll understand everything."
Zhang Dalong took the phone.
His face turned from red to white, his breathing grew heavy.
Zhang Xianxian was his most proud daughter.
From a young age, she showcased incredible business acumen, and three years ago, she had single-handedly pulled the struggling Zhang Group back on track.
"Nonsense!" The next second, he slammed the phone hard onto the floor, "These people will do anything for traffic!"
They even dared to trample on the Zhang Family.
His daughter was so exceptional; how could she have possibly scored only 106 on her college entrance exam.
It must be those unscrupulous media making up news to attract viewers.
The assistant sat in the passenger seat, not daring to say a word.
Soon, Zhang Dalong in the backseat picked up the phone again and called Zhang Xianxian.
Beep beep beep.
The phone rang for a long time, all unanswered.
Zhang Dalong called again.
Still, no answer.
What was going on?
Zhang Dalong’s expression grew darker.
After ten minutes, Zhang Dalong turned to the driver, "Speed up."
"Yes, Director Zhang."
The driver accelerated.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Zhang family villa.
Zhang Dalong got out of the car quickly.
Old Madam Zhang was in the living room talking with Zhang Yaozu. Seeing Zhang Dalong return, Old Madam Zhang cheerfully said, "Dalong, come here quickly, look, this craft item was made by Yaozu himself."
Usually, Zhang Dalong would have taken the time to praise his cherished son, but not today.
"Mom, where is Xianxian?"
Old Madam Zhang was startled for a moment, "She might be upstairs?"
Zhang Dalong immediately went upstairs.
Zhang Xianxian’s room door was closed.
"Xianxian, are you in there?" Zhang Dalong knocked on the door.
"Xianxian!"
He knocked for a long time, but no one responded.
Zhang Dalong slightly furrowed his brow, reached out to turn the doorknob, but the door was locked from the inside; it just wouldn’t open.
If the door was locked, it meant Zhang Xianxian was definitely inside.
If she was inside, why wouldn’t she open the door or respond?
Thinking of the hot search on Weibo, Zhang Dalong’s expression became even uglier, and he directly kicked the door.
Bang bang bang!
The loud sound attracted Wei Nan and Old Madam Zhang.
"Dalong, why are you kicking Xianxian’s door?" Wei Nan immediately stepped in front of her husband.
Zhang Dalong, with a stern face, said, "I have something to ask her to clear up."
Wei Nan knew her husband favored sons over daughters, but in recent years, as Zhang Xianxian’s performance and contributions to the family had increased, even if he held those views, he wouldn’t easily show them!
What was going on today?
"Can’t you just talk, why do you have to kick the door?"
"Move aside!" Zhang Dalong didn’t want to waste words with Wei Nan, he just pushed her aside and continued kicking the door.
One, two, three times.
The force was so strong that even the house trembled.
Crash!
At last, Zhang Dalong kicked the door open.
As soon as the door opened, a pungent smell of alcohol wafted out.
The curtains were drawn.
It was pitch black inside.
Realizing something was wrong, Wei Nan immediately went to open the curtains. "Xianxian."
Click.
After the curtains were opened, sunlight illuminated everything inside.
And there Zhang Xianxian was, passed out on the floor, utterly disheveled.
Zhang Xianxian was known as Qing City’s top talent, and she always cared deeply about her image, whether outdoors or at home, she never drank alcohol.
But today.
Not only was she disastrously drunk, but she also lay on the floor without any dignity.
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