Chapter 1197: Damn

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Chapter 1196: Abominable

Her eldest son, who felt the most distressed and guilty, and the youngest son, who was the most painful to the bone marrow, and the youngest son who was heartbroken, were all exploited by such a stinky boy in the countryside who couldn't be put on the stage.

How could this not make her angry?

It's so hateful!

Wei An looked at Tang Qian's face and knew that his goal today had finally been achieved. That was his real purpose. Regardless of whether Jiang Yang was like Wei Qin when he was a child, it was impossible for him to give him a chance to replace him.

Tang Qian stepped forward angrily, and suddenly raised her palm to greet Jiang Yang's delicate and white face. Fu Xinwu saw that the situation was not right, and immediately went to stop him, but he didn't know who tripped over him, because he was unprepared, and fell to the ground directly.

And the moment she fell to the ground, there was a crisp slap in the air.

Fu Xinwu's eyes were red with anger, and even tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably. There was an eerie silence in the courtyard, and Jiang Yang's left cheek was red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A distinct palm print emerges.

Wei An looked at Jiang Yang's embarrassed and miserable appearance, and the corners of his mouth showed a subtle sneer and ridicule. But before he could retract the smile on the corner of his mouth, he came into contact with Jiang Yang's cold eyes.

Two teenagers of the same age, but the eyes that looked at each other at this time aroused sparks and killing intent.

Jiang Yang was still silent just now, as if everything around him couldn't have any effect on him, and the hot pain on his face was just an illusion. He stood in place and looked at Wei An coldly, his eyes revealing arrogance and contempt.

It seems that he doesn't even bother to say a word to Wei An.

Jiang Yang's attitude completely angered Wei An, obviously he was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, but because of his education and lofty attitude since childhood, coupled with the blow of suddenly falling from the clouds, his mentality had already surpassed the maturity of his peers.

From the time Wei Shufen's true face was exposed, and he changed from the little young master of Minister Wei to the son of the Lu family who had died for more than ten years, the only thing Wei Anxin hated was the real little young master of the Wei family who was thrown under the bridge by Wei Shufen.

Although the man is dead, he still hates it to death.

Because of the existence of such a person, even if he was born and died, it still made him feel hateful. Because all this should have been their own, why was it all gone overnight?

Instead of becoming a fake?

But fortunately, that one is really dead, and will never fight with him again.

But this thought was quickly dispelled, and when Wei An secretly followed behind Wei Fangyi and saw him staring at Jiang Yang with his own eyes, he immediately had a strong bad premonition.

Small children are the most sensitive, especially for the emotions of adults.

Wei Fangyi's eyes when he looked at Jiang Yang made him feel that he would lose everything at any time, and his father didn't look at him with that cherished and loving look since he was a child. Even compared with Wei Qin, it is even better.

Now when Wei An looked at Jiang Yang, the sense of urgency in his heart became heavier and heavier. No matter who Jiang Yang is, he has to drive him away. Jiang Yang must not be allowed to snatch his father.

"Fake can never be true." Jiang Yang's voice was crisp, and word by word fell on Wei An's ears, "It's useless for you to kneel on me, let's go!" He really hates Wei An and the Wei family.

Because since he followed Sister Nanfei to the imperial capital, it has always been the people of the Wei family who are looking for fault everywhere.