“You’re still in the mood to laugh! I was almost frightened to death!”
Tang Xinrou’s eyes reddened as she fiercely hugged Song Yaoyao. “Damn it! Are you going to be at odds with that sl*t Song Jingwan for the rest of your life? I should just stab her to death! She was born to oppose you. Even though she’s missing, it doesn’t stop her fans from causing trouble for you!”
Song Jingwan’s fans were just like her—crazy.
“Alright, that’s enough. Aren’t I fine?” Song Yaoyao said softly, patting Tang Xinrou on the back. “I didn’t want everyone to worry, that’s why I didn’t say anything. Are you allowed to play with your phone on Director Kang’s set? When I see Teacher, I’m going to give him some suggestions.”
“Don’t interrupt!” Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes, “I forgive you this time. Next time, no matter what happens, you have to tell me! Do you hear me?”
Song Yaoyao smiled foolishly with her eyes curved. A moment later, she felt a strong pinch on her cheeks.
“Ow!”
Song Yaoyao couldn’t smile anymore. She was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to save her face.
“Hurry up and answer! If you dare do this again, I won’t be friends with you!”
Song Yaoyao said pitifully, “O-okay…”
“That’s more like it.”
Tang Xinrou let go and saw Song Yaoyao’s fair face turn red from her pinching. Song Yaoyao was aggrieved as she held back tears and glared at her with a complaining look in her eyes.
This made Tang Xinrou’s heart ache. She quickly reached out to massage her. “Who told you to hide it from me? Do you know how I felt when I saw the news? I was so worried!”
She threw her phone to the side. On it were weird comments from netizens.
“Do these people have a problem with their morals?” Tang Xinrou laughed in anger. “Shouldn’t a person be punished for doing something wrong? Someone’s even saying that the girl is pitiful and the police should let her go. And that you deserve it! Seriously…”
She paused and looked at Song Yaoyao’s clear, black and white almond-shaped eyes. In the end, she forcefully held back her profanity.
“Wait! This time, I’m going to slap these idiots in the face! I’m going to let them know that they can eat whatever they want, but they can’t say whatever they want!”
“Huh? What are you going to do?” Song Yaoyao was in a daze, her nose still red.
“Don’t worry about it. Watch me.”
Tang Xinrou knew all the things that Song Yaoyao had done. She had even donated all of her first movie’s profits. In the past, she simply thought Song Jingwan was ridiculous and that she must be so vain to exaggerate the truth.
Who would have thought that the consequences of letting her go would almost harm Song Yaoyao.
At five in the afternoon, Tang Xinrou updated Weibo.
Her words were filled with anger.
The Strongest Little Tang (verified): I just heard about this news and flew back. When I saw everyone’s comments online, I was almost stunned. Have saints taken over Weibo? There’s actually a request for the criminal to be released? If you don’t mind, why don’t you let her come out and pour a bottle of sulfuric acid on your face? You can wash your face with it! Also, there’s another thing that I don’t understand. Could it be that everyone thinks that Song Jingwan saved all the disfigured people in the country by herself? No way, right?’
[Picture attached]
The content of the picture was a proof of donation.
Soon, the official account of a charity foundation that rose to prominence last year and became the country’s most charitable and wealthy charity, forwarded Tang Xinrou’s Weibo post with the caption: “The founder of our Charity is surnamed Song! I hope the netizens understand that it is the same Song as Song Yaoyao!”
