Hong Lan glared at Lei Siren.
What a spineless boy she had raised!
Xia Zhenfeng hadn't even said what this was about, yet it was enough to scare the living daylights out of him.
Was that really necessary?
How big of a deal could it possibly be!
She had given her son far too little tough love in the past, which was why he was so timid and cowardly now.
Hong Lan had even come in person today, so what was he still afraid of?
However.
Judging by Xia Zhenfeng's demeanor this time, he was definitely playing for keeps.
She couldn't just casually gloss over this; she would have to act a bit stricter in a moment.
Hong Lan continued to put on a furious facade, pointing at her son and saying:
"You brat, all you know is how to cause trouble!"
"Just wait and see how I teach you a lesson later!"
Then.
Hong Lan turned back to Xia Zhenfeng and continued:
"Brother Zhenfeng, just tell me, what kind of trouble did this boy get into?"
"Does he owe money? Or did he cause a scene somewhere?"
"Is this tablet for me to look at?"
Hong Lan was already mentally prepared.
However.
Her preparation was still far from enough.
Xia Zhenfeng shook his head and said:
"No need for all that trouble. I didn't bring the tablet for you to look at something..."
"We're here to listen to a recording, a very fascinating recording!"
Hong Lan: "???"
Lei Siren: "???"
A recording?
Not only was Hong Lan dumbfounded by these words.
Lei Siren also couldn't figure out what on earth was going on.
What recording could there possibly be?
Could it be that Lin Yu had secretly recorded them in the underground parking lot?
Even if that was the case, it didn't seem like a big deal.
Was he worried that Lei Siren wouldn't admit to hiring people to beat him up?
Xia Yiwei was also present at the time and knew the whole story.
Xia Zhenfeng would definitely choose to believe his daughter!
Wasn't Lin Yu doing this purely unnecessary?
Just as Lei Siren was feeling puzzled, the recording began to play...
"Cousin, what's wrong with a dirty rag? You don't actually think I'm pursuing a dirty rag out of love, do you?"
"..."
"She's different now. She's already been trained by that violent maniac into a very easily manipulated shape."
"..."
"As long as I make my move now, I can definitely secure this dirty rag with ease. Do you believe me?"
"..."
Hong Lan: "!!!"
Lei Siren: "!!!"
The complete call recording played, sentence by sentence.
The mother and son listened with trembling hearts.
Hong Lan looked at her son in disbelief, finally realizing the magnitude of this incident.
If it were just a general conflict, for the sake of the friendship between the two families, they wouldn't be given too hard of a time.
Hong Lan had been wondering earlier why Xia Zhenfeng was making such a grand display.
At this very moment.
She finally completely understood what was going on!
Her loose-lipped son had even used a term like "dirty rag."
He had also revealed his true motives for approaching Xia Yiwei to his aunt's son, his cousin.
Saying it was one thing.
But to be recorded by someone as evidence!
Where was Hong Lan supposed to hide her face now!
How the hell was this matter going to be resolved easily?
Looking at Lei Siren again, he was already thoroughly terrified out of his wits.
He stood trembling in front of the table, unable to stop shuffling his feet, wanting to hide behind his mother.
It was as if only hiding behind his mother could give him a tiny shred of security.
Xia Zhenfeng's gaze was simply too terrifying!
He looked like he was ready to leap across the table at any moment and tear him apart with his bare hands.
Precisely because he had been in contact with the Xia family since childhood, Lei Siren knew Xia Zhenfeng's methods all too well.
Back then, Weiwei was pursued at school by a kid who "thought he was all that."
As a result.
Xia Zhenfeng found out about it, and the next day that arrogant kid transferred schools.
Lei Siren still remembered to this day the terribly bruised, swollen pig-face that kid had the last time he saw him.
Rumor had it.
No one else was involved in the whole process; it was entirely Xia Zhenfeng acting alone.
The outside world had always said.
In the Xia family, only the wife practiced martial arts, and Xia Zhenfeng had no skills whatsoever.
Anyone who believed that was an absolute fool!
Lei Siren didn't believe it for a second, and he was even less willing to be "handled" by Xia Zhenfeng.
"This, this isn't... that's not what I meant..."
"Uncle Xia, listen to me, I was just running my mouth, I never actually thought that way."
"I was wrong, I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry Uncle Xia, I'm sorry Weiwei!"
"I really didn't mean it like that..."
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
