Yingying was so scared that she quickly hid behind Tang Xiaobao.
Tang Xiaobao frowned: "Who is Zhang Shun?"
"It's me. Who are you?" Zhang Shun narrowed his eyes slightly.
Yingying is his fiancée, but now she comes with a handsome guy. He is already unhappy about it, so naturally he doesn't have a good face towards Tang Xiaobao.
Tang Xiaobao gave Yingying face and didn't get angry. He said, "As for me, my name is Tang Xiaobao, and I'm Yingying's friend."
"He's my boss."
Yingying suddenly interrupted.
"Zhang Shun, this is Mr. Tang, a famous star and a wealthy man. Please be polite when you speak."
Someone clicked.
Suddenly, Zhang Shun seemed to remember something. With an exaggerated expression on his face, as if he had seen a ghost, he asked Yingying in a choked voice: "What did you say? He is Tang Xiaobao? Are you working for him?"
"She's my manager," Tang Xiaobao said, taking over. "She wants to come back to pay respects to her stepmother. Is that okay?"
"No problem, of course no problem, Mr. Tang, Yingying, please come in and sit down." Another older man hurried over. He was Zhang Shun's eldest brother, Zhang Fu. He was married and was the village secretary. He was much more steady in his work. He was afraid that his younger brother would offend the great god Tang Xiaobao, so he hurried over to greet him.
"Let's go to the spirit first."
Yingying said lightly.
"Okay, let's go and participate in the spiritual practice." Tang Xiaobao said.
Then, Tang Xiaobao pulled the suitcase and came to the mourning hall with Yingying.
Yingying held the incense in her hand, bowed, and then knelt down to kowtow.
"Second Mother, I'm late and I'm sorry I didn't see you off to the grave."
Yingying looked at the portrait in front of the mourning hall and suddenly burst into tears.
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