"So, what you mean is that you were the ones raising Miss Feng Ling, but Mr. Feng Jian didn't care about it, right?" The reporter was sharp and asked immediately.
Xiu'er nodded, "Yes, it's not indifferent. In their eyes, Feng Chime is dead. A dead person will not threaten the Feng family, let alone let them be affected. They don't care. They only love Feng Chi.
Little Princess Snow.”
When the reporter heard this, he couldn't help curling his lips, "This is too partial. We are both daughters, so the difference in treatment is too big. The wind chimes back then were quite pitiful."
Another reporter's focus was not on that year, but on the fact that Feng Jian personally let his daughter die. He said to his colleagues: "Tiger poison cannot eat its children. This Mr. Feng dares to kill his children for the sake of family glory. This is the key point."
"Yes, you dare to do anything. You can say that you are crazy."
"It's true that a wealthy family is something we can't understand."
Of course Feng Jian was not happy about being criticized by reporters. He glared angrily, pointed at Xiu'er, and said angrily: "Who are you? You have no right to criticize me here. Also, you made up stories to damage my reputation.
I can put you in jail now, believe it or not?"
Xiu'er curled her lips and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "I have evidence! I always use evidence to speak my mind when doing things. Do you want me to take out the evidence and help you recall the past?"
boom!
Feng Jian's face changed, his pupils narrowed slightly, his fists were clenched tightly, and veins even popped out on the back of his hands. He was gritting his teeth now, wishing he could go up and strangle Xiu'er's neck directly.
He's so angry. If there is really evidence, what happened back then will become a stain that he will never be able to wash away.
"Mr. Feng, aren't you angry? Keep going, keep writing me lawyer's letters, keep making people cause trouble for me." Xiu'er raised her eyebrows, and her words were full of provocation.
Feng Jian gritted his teeth and squeezed out from between his teeth, "We are talking about Xiao Zichen's problem now, don't try to change the concept for me!"
"I didn't change my mind. I'm telling you this to make it clear about Xiao Zichen. The daughter Feng Ling you abandoned back then was the little goddess of Xiao Zichen's childhood. Later, there was an accident and the child disappeared. We thought she was dead.
.Now that you suddenly found it and said it was snatched away by Xiao Zichen, we always have to look for the logic in this, right?" Xiu'er folded her arms, smiled peacefully, and her eyes were like running water, without showing any aggression.
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After she finished speaking to Feng Jian, she continued to look at the reporter, "Everyone, are you right? We always have to be logical when doing things, right?"
"Yes." The reporters nodded.
"I said before that the wind chime was disliked by the Feng family. A child who was disliked suddenly appeared and became the treasure of the Feng family. Isn't there a problem in itself?" Xiu'er asked.
Everyone nodded, it was undeniable that there was indeed a problem.
"I think we need to look at the scandal between Xiao Zichen and Feng Ling carefully. I don't think this is a beast of Xiao Zichen, but it is most likely designed by the Feng family." Xiu'er raised her voice.
Bang!
Feng Jian was angry, kicked away a small chair, rushed over, pointed at Xiu'er's face, and roared: "You are talking nonsense, why are we plotting against Xiao Zichen! He is a married man, what are the benefits of plotting against him!"
Xiu'er didn't care about Feng Jian's anger at all. Instead, her smile became brighter. She tilted her head slightly and blinked, "Don't you know the benefits?"