Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 453: Unfilial Daughter, Get Out of the Country and Lie Low!
"Why aren’t you rolling over here faster?!"
Song Huaizhong roared again, staring fiercely at Song Anqi, who was so frightened by his shout that she burrowed into Jiang Lan’s arms.
"Mom, save me!"
Song Anqi clutched Jiang Lan’s hem, trembling in fear, occasionally glancing at her father with a pale face begging for mercy.
"Dad, don’t be angry. Those are all fake. Can’t you trust your own daughter?"
If she didn’t lie like this, maybe Song Huaizhong wouldn’t be so angry.
But seeing Song Anqi looking so pitiful at that moment, he would remember the contrast in the pictures, with expressions so different from the one she had now...
Instantly, anger surged up within his chest again.
"Why don’t you stand here right now?!" Song Huaizhong pointed in front of himself, shouting at Song Anqi.
"Old Song, you, don’t do this, you’ll scare Angie. She’s still young, still a child, and has been pampered at home, she doesn’t know anything..."
Jiang Lan was also scared, somewhat worried about her daughter’s safety.
Bang—
Song Huaizhong threw something from his waist, smashing it on the ground, roaring, "You still have the nerve to say? She’s already grown up, not small, not sensible? I think you’re the one as her mother who doesn’t know how to teach her properly, now look, see what she’s become?!"
The thing shattered on the ground, scattering, and Jiang Lan lowered her eyes to look. This look left her stunned.
In the photos, her daughter Song Anqi was heavily made-up, arms around different men, and there were even bed photos...
Jiang Lan stood there dumbfounded, her mind blank.
She hurriedly picked up the photos on the ground, repeatedly flipping through them, hoping to see that the person in the photos wasn’t her daughter.
But she knew her daughter too well, knew every hair on her body, every mole, clearly.
She stared at the photos in shock, her head turning slowly like a screw being tightened, looking at Song Anqi.
"Daughter, these photos... aren’t yours, right? Tell me, that’s not you, right?"
She pointed to one of the photos, asking.
In the photo, Song Anqi wore a bright wig, red lips, long eyelashes, big earrings, an ultra-short mini skirt, bold fashion; at first glance, she didn’t look like the same person as the Song Anqi before her.
But if you looked closely, you’d find that both the girl in the photo and the real her had the same mole above their brow bone!
"Mom, I, no, it’s not..." Song Anqi trembled.
Seeing her daughter’s reaction, Jiang Lan knew in her heart that the bold girl in the photos was truly Song Anqi!
She shook with anger, "Angie, you really are... how can you be so foolish? How did I teach you before, how could you go behind my back, and your father’s..."
Jiang Lan was complaining when suddenly, Song Huaizhong stepped past her, grabbed Song Anqi’s arm.
Song Anqi was like a chick caught by an eagle, her face pale with fear.
The next second, Song Huaizhong raised his hand and gave Song Anqi a hard slap.
Bang—
Song Huaizhong, in a fit of anger, was full of hatred at her failure, and this slap was harsh, leaving no room.
Not only that, after the slap, he pointed at Song Anqi’s nose, scolding, "Rebellious girl! Pack your things now and get out of the country to lay low. I don’t want to see you, nor do I want to be laughed at!"
The slap left a red handprint on Song Anqi’s face immediately.
