The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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If you hadn't made that call yesterday, if you hadn't given the wrong gift today, do you think we would be sitting in this damn place now?" As he spoke, he pointed at Jiang Jingchen and said, "Look at Brother Jiang, poor Brother Jiang has no seat left, so he can only pitifully ask someone to add an extra seat for him. Zhao Xiaobai still smiled: "Don't thank me, don't thank me, I'm just telling the truth, what Zimo did was wrong in the first place." Chen Zimo couldn't listen any more and was abou...
Zhao Xiaobai stared back at him coldly: "What? Are you dissatisfied? If you hadn't made that call yesterday, if you hadn't given the wrong gift today, do you think we would be sitting in this damn place now?"
As he spoke, he pointed at Jiang Jingchen and said, "Look at Brother Jiang, poor Brother Jiang has no seat left, so he can only pitifully ask someone to add an extra seat for him.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Jingchen.
Everyone had seen the servants bring a chair to Jiang Jingchen, but no one thought much about it.
After all, Jiang Jingchen and the servant didn't speak loudly, so naturally they didn't hear the words "add seat".
Now that Zhao Xiaobai has suddenly said it, why do I feel so sad for some reason?
eeeem……
As the young master of the Jiang family and the most promising descendant of the Jiang family, isn't Jiang Jingchen acting like this... a little too miserable?
Jiang Jingchen had a blank expression on his face. He leaned back, crossed his legs, and narrowed his eyes. "What are you looking at? Do you think Chen Zimo and Cen Moye won't need extra seats later?"
Chen Zimo: “…”
Cen Moye: “…”
The two of them frowned suddenly.
Looking at the crowded corner where Jiang Jingchen couldn't even get close to the table, this is...
The two looked at each other, the words of rebuttal already on their lips, but they both remained silent.
What can they do?
No extra seats?
Standing is more awkward than adding a seat.
Zhao Xiaobai sighed deeply: "I believe you should be able to understand the mistakes you made now, Zimo?"
Chen Zimo was a little confused, and it took him a few seconds to come back to his senses. He was almost mad at Zhao Xiaobai: "Zhao Xiaobai! You! Which side are you on!"
Zhao Xiaobai spread his hands and said, "I stand on the side of truth. Am I wrong?"
Chen Zimo silently swallowed the large mouthful of blood in his chest.
Yes, it is true.
But could you please not expose your brother's shortcomings in front of so many people!
Seeing this, Ai Tiantian's anger dissipated a lot.
"That's right, this isn't Siyu's fault, it's your family that did it!"
It turns out that there are some understanding people on the other side.
Not everyone would be deceived by a scheming woman like Gu Weiman!
Gu Siyu's expression also calmed down a lot. She looked at Zhao Xiaobai with red eyes, showing a hint of gratitude: "Thank you."
Chen Zimo saw it all, and the anger in his chest almost suffocated him!
I hate Gu Siyu, and I hate Zhao Xiaobai even more!
He glared at Zhao Xiaobai. He didn't know that Zhao Xiaobai was such a person before!
Is this a sign of sympathy and desire for beauty?
Zhao Xiaobai still smiled: "Don't thank me, don't thank me, I'm just telling the truth, what Zimo did was wrong in the first place."
Chen Zimo couldn't listen any more and was about to tell Zhao Xiaobai to shut up, but Cen Moye held his shoulder and said, "Let him finish."
Zhao Xiaobai then said, "No, no, I dare not accept Miss Siyu's thanks. But I don't understand one thing. None of us have ever blamed you from the beginning to the end, right? Zimo just said you are ugly, and he didn't even mention the gift."
Chen Zimo looked at Zhao Xiaobai suspiciously. What was he doing?
Gu Siyu couldn't explain it herself, so naturally Ai Tiantian came to her rescue: "But Chen Zimo has been mentioning that the gift was sent to the wrong person..."
Zhao Xiaobai smiled: "He scolded his assistant for being stupid and for sending the wrong gift, but he didn't mention that it was Gu Siyu's fault."