Chapter 915 Are you the one spreading rumors about my daughter?
Ms. Ye is surrounded by the most noble royal family on the mainland. Even the Prince of Xilun is polite to her...
Wang Han can't even compare to her hair. Mrs. Wang is really desperate for her life.
"Mom, do you dare to swear that everything you said is true? I swear, if I make a mistake in a word, my son will die badly..." Wang Han hated the fact that iron cannot be made into steel.
Mrs. Wang's heart sank: "Son... you..."
"Do you dare to swear?" Wang Han's eyes turned red.
"I...I..." Mrs. Wang and I didn't say another word for a long time.
Mr. Beida finally understood and sighed: "Okay, hurry up and kneel down to ask for forgiveness."
Mrs. Wang was shocked again.
“Don’t talk about the Wang family, even if I am an official, I’m probably not even a grain of sand in their eyes.” Does she still want to marry someone else? Oh, you want to eat farts!
Mrs. Wang is from a small rural area, and it was only after she got married to a coastal town that her eyes were opened. In her mind, the government is the best. Now that she heard Peking University's self-deprecation, she couldn't help but feel a little wary.
"What are you still waiting for? Go quickly. If the government is implicated because of this matter, don't blame me for not caring about the friendship between teachers and students." The Peking University native said this to Mrs. Wang.
Mrs. Wang trembled all over and subconsciously grabbed Wang Han's arm.
“Mom, let me ask you one last time, will you come with me to the Wang Mansion?” Wang Han lowered his eyes.
Mrs. Wang hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Mom, go. I will go with you."
“Hurry up, if we wait for others to make trouble, things will be difficult to deal with.” The people from Peking University urged.
Wang Han reached out to support Mrs. Wang and led her out of the courtyard.
Mr. Beida looked at the backs of the two of them and frowned. No one in the town knew who Mrs. Wang was.
His reminder in the future, if Wang Han moves to get ahead, don't take his mother with him, otherwise she will ruin Wang Han's future sooner or later.
Thinking about the future—
Mr. Peking University suddenly thought that the Prince of Xilu lived in the royal residence, his face suddenly changed, and he raised his feet and chased outside the courtyard.
There were three people sitting in the carriage.
Mrs. Wang cried so hard that under the threats of Wang Han and Mr. Peking University, she honestly told the story of the situation in Wang's house. Wang Han and Peking University looked at each other and didn't understand what Miss Ye meant.
For a while, I couldn't figure out what kind of temper the other party had, and I felt very heavy.
Mrs. Wang was also quite sober at this time. Thinking of her son's words and gesture just now, she felt as uncomfortable as a thorn in her heart.
Everyone has their own thoughts all the way to the Wang residence.
A few people got out of the car, but before anyone could get in, they met the sullen Marquis Xiang Ming. His cold breath made them take a few steps back.
“Who to look for?”
There seemed to be some anger in Xiang Minghou's voice.
Mrs. Wang’s eyes touched the scars on Xiang Minghou’s face, and she was so frightened that she hid behind Wang Han.
Wang Han’s face was also full of fear.
The people from Peking University did not dare to step forward and stumbled without saying a word.
"Master Xiang...Master Xiang..." Butler Du hurriedly chased out the door, and was startled when he saw the people outside the door: "Mr. Peking University? Mr. Wang? Mrs. Wang?"
When Marquis Xiang Ming heard about Mrs. Wang, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he glanced over with a sharp gaze.
“You are the one who spread rumors about my daughter?”
Mrs. Wang hid behind, not daring to show her head.
“This…” Wang Han reacted and opened his mouth not knowing how to address him.
"This is Mr. Xiang, Miss Ye's father." Butler Du said in a hurry.
Wang Han's heart sank, and he immediately looked away in fear when his gaze touched her, and his heart skipped a beat.
(End of this chapter)
