Huangfuye sat heavily on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said leisurely: "You think, what will happen to that couple if they see this video?! If this video is exposed, what will Yang Mufan bear?!
In order to change his son's heart, he would not hesitate to kill people and silence him. Do you think that the current social public opinion is so big, can he handle it and suppress it?!"
Wen Xiaorou looked at the increasingly sinister smile on Huangfu Ye's eyebrows and had to admit: after not having any contact with him for several years, Huangfu Ye became more and more cruel and ruthless.
She didn't know what kind of huge impact this matter would have on society if it were exposed, but she knew that for Yang Mufan: this would be an absolutely devastating blow.
Huangfu Ye happily picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and then continued: "With this video, just thinking about Yang Mufan's fate makes me so excited that all the cells in my body are restless. You said this time,
Yang Mufan, can you still stand up?!"
But when Wen Xiaorou said these words to Huangfu Ye, her eyes were staring directly at the USB flash drive plugged into the computer...
"Son, the answer is definitely 13, listen to mom."
"An'an, it's 15. Do you think Xiao Ming has 13 apples..."
"Trust mom again, this time the answer is definitely 23."
"..."
"..."
In the garden, Mu Wanqing's face turned red with anxiety, and she looked at Yang Mu'an with extremely pious and expectant eyes.
And Yang Mu'an raised his little head and looked back at his mother. He clearly felt that the answer was a little wrong, but he still responded obediently and hesitantly: "23."
Upon hearing this answer, Yang Mufan threw away the book. With his red eyes, he stared at Mu Wanqing and yelled through gritted teeth: "Mu Wanqing, can you go upstairs and stop being a troublemaker here?
!Look what a disaster you have caused to your son?! None of the ten questions were correct. With your IQ, you can’t even answer first-grade questions. How did you grow up?!"
"..." Mu Wanqing was so frightened by Yang Mufan's ferocious look that her ears closed.
She looked at Yang Mufan with great grievance and fear, and it took her a long time to find her own voice, which was as delicate as a mosquito: "You know very well that since I was a child, what I am worst at is mathematics."
"Then you still keep inciting your son to listen to your answer?!"
"That's what I thought to myself: I am in high school after all, and I should be able to solve the first-grade math problems no matter what. Who knew: the first-grade math problems now are so perverted, with one detour after another.
Wan'er..."
"You know, then you are still interfering here?! Hurry up, go upstairs and go to bed, don't disrupt your son's train of thought." Yang Mufan yelled extremely impatiently.
The reason why Mu Wanqing chose to stay was because Yang Muan was indeed squeezed too hard by Yang Mufan.
Yang Mufan's answer requirements are too harsh. She is asking a four-year-old child to answer questions at the speed of an adult. As a mother, how can she not feel distressed when she sees her son being rejected every time?