Feng Jian had never seen Xiu'er's true face. Every time they fought, Xiu'er always appeared wearing a mask, so he couldn't recognize Xiu'er who was so sexy and hot standing there at the moment.
His old father stood up, rubbed his brows with a heartbroken look, and asked in a deep voice: "Miss, you...what's the matter with you?"
Xiu'er nodded to the reporter on the side, put one hand on her waist, walked charmingly, like a sexy black cat, and walked around in front of Feng Jian. She nodded to Feng Jian, then stood on tiptoes, making a gorgeous
He turned around, sat on the table in front of Feng Jian, and picked up the microphone.
Her red lips opened sexily, "Everyone, I'm here to eat melon. You just said that Xiao Zichen led someone to grab the wind chime, right?"
The reporters shook their heads, that was not what they said.
"Mr. Feng said it." Yes, the source of this information must be clearly stated, otherwise the Xiao family will be held accountable. They are all walking around after being full. They are afraid, and they are also afraid!
"Oh, that's what Mr. Feng said." Xiu'er turned her head and looked at Feng Jian with a smile. She put her hands on Feng Jian's shoulders, her red lips were like fire and she raised them slightly, very aggressively.
Xiu'er's smile deepened, she folded her arms, tilted her head slightly, and her voice was like the enchanting siren on the sea, "Mr. Feng, are you sure it was Xiao Zichen who stole it with his golden sword?"
Feng Jian didn't understand Xiu'er's approach, but he knew that it was definitely Xiao Zichen's fault that he had to insist at this moment.
"That's right, he came to Feng's house with a lot of force. My daughter was snatched away by him!" Feng Jian said.
Xiu'er's lips curled up, and she raised her head and laughed, "Oh, it really doesn't cost anything to spread rumors now. Just open your mouth and say whatever you want, and others will believe it."
"Huh, what do you mean? You said I spread rumors? Are you sent by Xiao Zichen specifically to confront me?" Feng Jian's eyes widened, knowing that Xiu'er would not help him.
Xiu'er shrugged, took out a small ID from his pocket, unfolded it, and gave it to the nearest reporter, "Well, see clearly, I am an international investigator and agent. Do you understand what I stand for?"
This is the identity Zhui Feng helped them get.
They all hold public positions and go on missions. If someone does investigate, they are not afraid at all.
After the reporters read the words clearly, they nodded at the same time, expressing their willingness to believe Xiu'er.
"Well, they saw it, Mr. Feng also took a look." Xiu'er handed the ID to Feng Jian.
She guessed that no matter how arrogant Feng Jian was, he would not dare to be arrogant in front of her status. After all, the Feng family was not clean. If they wanted to take action, Feng Jian and those people would all go to jail.
After Feng Jian saw Xiu'er's ID, he frowned and said with an unhappy look on his face: "Are you an agent?"
"Isn't it written very clearly above? Mr. Feng can't read, right?" Xiu'er smiled, her words full of contempt for Feng Jian.
Feng Jian pursed his lips and returned the ID to Xiu'er. He was silent for two seconds before continuing: "What do you mean you're here? I didn't break the law."
He had a guilty conscience, fearing that Xiu'er would know something.
Xiu'er waved her hand and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Feng, I know you have not broken the law, we are just concerned about your daughter's affairs. You said Xiao Zichen went to your house to rob someone, and we want to help you get justice."
Justice? Feng Jian looked at Xiu'er carefully. He never believed that Xiu'er was helping him.