Therefore, she was not afraid, but taunted: "Anyang Marquis, you can teach me a lesson, but my body and skin are affected by my parents. If you want to teach me a lesson, I'm afraid you have to ask my father, the shopkeeper, first.
, Could you please go to the Prime Minister's Mansion and make an announcement and tell my father, Prime Minister Yan, that there is a Marquis Anyang who wants to teach his little daughter a lesson, and ask my father if he agrees."
As soon as the words "Prime Minister Yan" came out, they exploded in the crowd like a bomb.
Looking at Anyang Hou, his tall body swayed, as if he couldn't believe it.
"You, what did you say?" His voice was trembling. It was so funny. He had a mighty face, but he was actually just a weakling who bullied others and was afraid of others.
Yan Susu sneered and glanced sideways at Anyang Hou: "What's the matter, Anyang Hou is deaf? No problem, the little girl repeated it again. My body is affected by my parents, Anyang Hou wants to teach me a lesson, but I have to wait for someone else to go.
I ask my Prime Minister Daddy for instructions. Daddy agrees that you should teach me a lesson. I will offer it to you and teach you whatever you want."
Marquis Anyang looked at her intently for a long time before he came back to his senses. There was a trace of hatred in his eyes that Yan Susu could not see through. Then, without saying another word to her, he turned around angrily: "Qinglong Suzaku, drive Anding Marquis
Go back home and stop what you have done today!"
It seems that her prime minister father still has a life-saving effect at critical moments.
Yan Susu didn't think that Anyang Hou was someone to be trifled with. If he really wanted to teach her a lesson if he got angry, there were only two ways: robbing her, raping her, or beating her and imprisoning her.
No matter which one it was, she didn't dare to imagine the consequences. Fortunately, she had a useful father.
I used to hear graduated college students lament that it is better to have a good father than a good brain.
Now it seems that a good brain can be used to mediate with people and make them angry to death, while a good man can have a perfect ending and escape unscathed.
A good brain and a good man are undoubtedly a perfect match!
Turning her head to look at Xiang, she smiled, very charmingly.
He also quirked up the corners of his lips. This was the first time she saw him smile in more than a day together.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, almost invisible, but she knew that he did smile.
It was not charming, even a little stiff, but she could smell the fragrance of a chrysanthemum blossoming in the smile on his lips.