The crazy little ancestor of Master Lu is so stupid

The reporters were as sharp as police dogs and could tell right away that Mr. Fu had something else to say.

"Mr. Huang, what misunderstanding happened before? Can you tell me in detail? Who is it that doesn't give the Huang family face? Is it Hongxing who is rumored to have always been at odds with the Huang family?"

Before Fu Ye could reply, another reporter said, "I saw that Mr. Lin, the helmsman of Hongxing, was here too. Does Mr. Lin have anything to say about this?"

"Boss Lin, please say a few words. All three ladies are here today. Is this related to the recent issue of Hongxing's successor?"

In just a few words, the criticism turned to Lin Zhong's family of seven.

When the camera was clicking on the people, the third wife's face looked obviously not very good. On the contrary, the other two were different. They calmly accepted the reporters' pictures.

With such a comparison, there is more to talk about.

Uncle Fu did not try to stop him. He just watched Lin Zhong's face grow increasingly ugly and darker, until his cell phone suddenly rang.

It turned out to be the one sent by Lin Zhong.

"All the land we took away before and the land in Kowloon City belong to you, Huang Furong, you are so cruel!"

He put away his phone and gave Lin Zhong a mutual smile.

Mr. Fu then said to the reporters: "Dear journalist friends, if you need to interview the love-hate story between Mr. Lin and his three wives, you can make an appointment at another time. If you don't have any questions for us, please take your seats. The banquet will start soon!"

Such a big thing rarely happens, how could these reporters let it go easily.

"Mr. Huang, I'm a reporter from the Hong Kong Morning Post. According to information received by our newspaper, Mr. Huang's niece died in a car accident a while ago. Mr. Huang is now publicly recognizing his daughter. Is this disrespectful to the deceased?"

Mr. Fu chuckled, but there was a cold light in his eyes.

"Would it be disrespectful to you if I poured a glass of red wine on you?"

When Mr. Fu said this, many people present gasped.

These reporters don't have much status, but they cannot be easily offended.

Now that Mr. Fu is so tough, I don’t know what the Hong Kong Morning Post will say tomorrow.

"Mr. Huang doesn't dare to answer this question directly. Is there something else going on?"

This reporter is quite bold as he still persists in this situation.

"Yes, there is indeed some hidden story about my niece's car accident. She was going to meet her fiancé that day, but after they were together for half a day, she unexpectedly got into a car accident, and her fiancé suddenly disappeared!"

"Mr. Huang means that the death of your niece is very likely related to his fiancé, right?"

"Hey, you'll have to ask her fiancé about that. Oh, sorry, I forgot he wasn't here. But it doesn't matter. His parents are here. If you have any questions, you can ask his parents later. Maybe they'll know something!"

Pointing to where Lu Jian's parents were standing, Uncle Fu smiled with a somewhat sinister tone.

No matter what the couple's intentions were, the fact that they came at this time was somewhat provocative.

In this case, he will be polite.

Those reporters were also cunning and had not forgotten who the protagonist of today was.

A reporter deliberately asked about Ling Xiao in Cantonese.

The one who cut open was Miss Huang.

Before she could finish, Ling Xiao interrupted him: "Excuse me, sir. First of all, my last name is not Huang. Secondly, please speak Mandarin, otherwise I will think you are deliberately looking for trouble!"

Her father is so stubborn, so what is there for her as a daughter to be afraid of?

"Sorry, my Mandarin is not good. Since you don't understand Cantonese, I will ask you a few questions in English!"

Regardless of whether Ling Xiao agreed or not, this person just kept talking in English.

This time Ling Xiao did not interrupt him and listened to him with a smile.

Just when everyone thought Ling Xiao might make a fool of herself and were waiting for her to do so, Ling Xiao suddenly nodded.

Smiling, he replied in pure English: "First of all, I think you may not understand human language, and secondly, if you really want to make things difficult for me, I suggest you learn the animal language. After all, it is more in line with your identity, and you can really make things difficult for me. Thank you!"

After these words were spoken, no reporter present dared to speak Cantonese to deliberately embarrass Ling Xiao.

But it's not difficult to talk, these people have a lot of bad ideas.

"Ms. Ling must have something special to be considered as a daughter by Mr. Huang and Mrs. Lan. I wonder what Miss Ling is good at?"

"Oh, then you've finally asked the point. I'm good at reading people's faces and fortunes. How about this? Would you like to support me, my journalist friend? I can give you a 50% discount, and give you a cheaper price!"

"So Miss Ling is doing a low-class job?"

"Haha, whether my job is low-class or not is debatable, but the message you just sent was very obscene. I wonder who that Miss Jiang is to you? If she is your girlfriend, then I think you are having a really good time. If not... oh, then you have really bad tastes!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the photographer next to him suddenly looked at the reporter with a strange expression.

Not only the cameramen, but other familiar people were already whispering.

Looking at the reporter whose face had turned pale, Ling Xiao quietly leaned close to Lu Xun's ear.

"How do you know he sent obscene messages to the woman named Jiang?"

Lu Xun said quietly without moving his lips: "The ghost saw it!"

Lu Xun was also impressed by those four bastards. No one was more excited than them the whole night.

He strolls here, then strolls there.

If they see someone making a phone call or sending a message, the four ghosts will immediately go over to eavesdrop.

I didn't expect that they actually saw a lot of things they shouldn't have seen.

After two reporters failed in succession, the others were eager to try but gave up in the end.

Just when Ling Xiao thought the interview was over, a female reporter suddenly squeezed to the front and asked.

"There are rumors that Miss Ling and Mr. Lan's special assistant injured Mr. Buddha in a bar last night. I wonder if this is true?"

Ling Xiao was stunned. He didn't expect that someone would know about this.

According to Lu Xun, the patrons of the bar last night would immediately forget what happened as soon as they left the bar.

Unless it is the Buddha himself.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao looked at the Buddha standing not far away and curled his lips.

"Haha, young lady, I am really worried about you. I don't know where you got this information from, but I can tell you responsibly that it is true.

Last night, Assistant Kurt and I went to a bar to meet some friends. The Buddha you mentioned brought over a dozen people who first smashed the bar and then tried to do something bad to us. Unfortunately, the people he brought were so bad.

Really, I'm not saying this, Mr. Lin, don't you really consider inviting our Mr. Adong or Mr. Along to give your bodyguards some training?

Because of the relationship between our two families, we can give you a 98% discount, which is a good deal. It will save you from getting into trouble and losing your life next time. It will not be worth it. "