81 How'sre You Related To Her?

Qiao Yaruan's head spun from being dragged away by Shui Anluo who only released her when they entered the hospital.

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"Big Sister, he's the King of the Silver Screen. Are you still unable to recognize him?" Shui Anluo rolled her eyes at her. "I've offended him once and now, I've offended him even more. Just keep in mind to stay away from him in the future," Shui Anluo said exasperatedly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. King of the Silver Screen, what's his name?" Qiao Yaruan was the top in studies not just in name but in character too. She never bothered to know much about celebrities. She might have found the person familiar but she would not be able to recall their name.

"He's Feng Feng, the male protagonist from that show that Xin Le has been following. She's always insisting on becoming his wife." Xin Le was their other roommate who stalks celebrities and was certainly a love-struck idiot.

"Oh, that brain-dead show." Qiao Yaruan has a mild inkling of it. "By the way, I need to report myself to work. I'll see you later."

"Alright," Shui Anluo replied. Her large eyes darted about as she watched Qiao Yaruan leave. Why would Chu Ningyi expose someone's personal matters? Especially this kind of story.

Shui Anluo was still in the midst of her thoughts when someone pulled her by the arm again. She was then dragged outside into the corner of a wall.

Shui Anluo could not help but gulp nervously. She believes that the time for her to be smacked has arrived.

"Who was that woman?" Feng Feng asked intently. There was a palpable sense of constraint in his voice.

'That woman?'

'Qiao Yaruan?'

"Hey, a man must bear the consequences of his own acts. I was the one had who asked Director Chu to release the news. If you have any beef, talk to me about it. Why are you going after my friend?" Shui Anluo spoke angrily.

"I only want to ask you what her name is." Feng Feng's emotions were in disorder. He was even speaking anxiously.

"Feng Feng, what're you doing?"

Just as Shui Anluo was unsure how to escape from this situation, Chu Ningyi's icy voice suddenly rang out.

This was the first time Shui Anluo felt that Director Chu's voice had a melodious tone to it. As Feng Feng was stuck in a daze, Shui Anluo quickly broke free of his arm and ran behind Chu Ningyi.

Feng Feng lowered his head as he stood with his back against them for a moment. He then slowly turned around and looked at Chu Ningyi with annoyance. "Don't you think that I should be asking you this? Who's this woman and why are you going against me for her sake?"

Shui Anluo listened to Feng Feng's low growl and instantly felt as if she had interrupted something. Why does she feel as though he was shouting: ' Why are you doing this to me? Why? What's so great about this woman? What's so great about her?'

Could it be that Director Chu's actual gay counterpart was Feng Feng?

However, was he too famous so Chu Ningyi had replaced him with her beautiful brother instead?

"Put your hand down. The woman you're pointing at is the mother of my son. Isn't that reason enough?" Chu Ningyi may be sitting in a wheelchair but his aura was intimidating as Feng Feng's.

"Heh... Chu Ningyi, do you want to make an enemy of me for the sake of your ex-wife?" Feng Feng spoke angrily.

"Feng Feng, it's been so many years. You should know better than me whether you and I are enemies or if you've made an enemy of yourself. I believe you should be going off to a press conference now," Chu Ningyi said. He then turned back towards the fantasizing Shui Anluo and calmly said, "Let's go."

"Oh, oh..." Shui Anluo returned to her senses and quickly pushed Chu Ningyi's wheelchair away.

As Shui Anluo pushed Chu Ningyi, her ears rang with the words: ' Chu Ningyi, do you want to make an enemy of me for the sake of your ex-wife?'

However, Chu Ningyi had not given a direct answer to this question.