Chapter 8 A waste of time
Tang Xiner was the first to react: "You, you are my sister?"

Although Tang Yan was earthy and gloomy, her flawless skin made Tang Xiner jealous.

And she knew that Tang Yan also had a good figure, but she couldn't tell because the clothes she usually wore were too loose.

Tang Xiner paid more attention to Tang Yan's physical features than other people, so she was the first to recognize him.

Tang Shucheng blurted out: "What kind of sister are you? Your sister is vulgar and ugly. Xin'er, have you recognized the wrong person?"

The girl in front of him is beautiful, elegant, and eye-catching. She is even prettier than the female stars on TV. How could she be his country bumpkin daughter?
Tang Xiner shook her head, the smile on her face was a bit ugly: "Dad, she is my sister, Tang Yan."

Tang Shucheng's expression changed instantly: "Tang Yan? What did you do? You made yourself look like this."

He didn't like his daughter to begin with. Tang Yan suddenly changed so much. His first reaction was not to cause any trouble for him outside.

Although many things have been taken lightly, Tang Yan is still a little sentimental. This is her biological father.

It was the flesh-and-blood affection that she tried so hard to grasp and strive for, and it was the man she once desperately wanted to get a loving look in his eyes.

It seems so ridiculous now that some people have never regarded her as their daughter in their hearts.

Tang Yan pinched her fingers to prevent herself from getting angry, and made an excuse casually: "I met a friend. Her mother is a designer, and she helped me dress up."

It was okay if there was no explanation. Tang Shucheng's face turned even darker when he explained it, and he determined that Tang Yan must be acting outside in the name of the Tang family.

He didn't like this kind of thing, mainly because he felt that Tang Yan was not worthy of publicity, and he was afraid that she would embarrass him outside.

"Don't do this kind of thing again in the future. Children should focus on their studies. Dressing up too nicely will distract them."

Haha, this man didn't say this when he bought Tang Xiner brand-name clothes and bags. The double standard was so serious that she really doubted whether she was the son of Lao Wang next door.

Lin Mei began to smooth things over and ease the awkward atmosphere: "Yan Yan, come here quickly, you have been in the capital for a few days, and we haven't given you any gifts yet.

In fact, Xin'er has already prepared a valuable gift for you, but it took a while to send it for blessing, and the gift was only received today. "

Tang Xiner asked Mrs. Liu to bring the gift over: "I bought this bunch of agarwood at the auction last month, and then sent it to Baoguo Temple to be blessed by Master Kongxiang. It can keep people calm and safe. "

With this bracelet, Tang Yan's eyes narrowed dangerously, giving people a vague sense of alienation.

This is a useless thing, with deep resentment attached to it.

If an average person wears such an item close to his or her body, the person with weak luck may suffer misfortunes, and the person with stronger luck may also suffer from mental health problems.

Once upon a time, she longed for family affection and really thought that Tang Xiner was doing her best, so after getting this bracelet, she kept wearing it.

In addition to the blow she received from Yang Xiangfeng at that time, she only thought that her being in a trance all the time was due to emotional injury. She did not expect that this bracelet was behind it.

No wonder she died in a car accident in the first place. This was really a chain of events, killing people invisibly.

Tang Shucheng saw that Tang Yan didn't respond: "What? What are you dissatisfied with your sister's gift?"

"Of course I'm very satisfied." Tang Yan casually took the string and said, "Second sister, it's really hard work to find such a string of antiques."

(End of this chapter)

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