Madam, the entire entertainment industry is looking forward to your divorce

Chapter 143
Song Qingtian had heard some things about Song Anhao from her mother, and now seeing it with her own eyes, she couldn't help showing sarcasm.

She looks down on Song Anhao as a sister from the bottom of her heart.

Lick a dog.

Shen Haoze obviously annoys her to death, but she has no self-knowledge, always likes to pester her, and keeps talking about her childhood sweetheart.

Stupid as hell.

She is ashamed to have such a sister.

Because Song Anhao didn't go home for a long time, Song Tao missed him very much, and the father and daughter chatted very intimately.

Song Wenxi quietly accompanied her, looking at Song Anhao's loving eyes as if dripping water.

Song Qingtian twisted her skirt tightly with her hands. If her eyes could kill, she would have killed Song Anhao long ago.

Finally, she waited for the chance of revenge.

Song Tao and Song Wenxi went to the study to discuss business, and Song Wenxi reported to Song Tao what happened in the company recently.

Coincidentally, Song Anhao's cell phone rang.

She saw the caller ID, and immediately went to the garden balcony outside mysteriously.

"Hello, Uncle..."

Shen Xiuran's deep and hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Where are you?"

A chill came through the handset of the phone.

Song Anhao suddenly felt a chill down his spine, inexplicably terrified.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

Shen Xiuran asked again stubbornly: "Where are you?"

Song Anhao explained: "Isn't today a weekend! I haven't seen my father and brother for a long time, and I'm at home now!"

"When are you coming back?"

"I haven't seen you for so long, we have to get together anyway! It should be after dinner! If I go back late at night, don't wait for me, go to bed first!"

Song Anhao didn't mean anything else when he said this, but simply felt that there was no need for Shen Xiuran to wait.

He is so busy.

However, Shen Xiuran's words changed completely.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

If it wasn't for the sound of deep and heavy breathing coming through the receiver, Song Anhao would have thought he was gone.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Song Anhao called out tentatively: "...Uncle?"

"Ok?"

Song Anhao: "... If it's okay, I hung up the phone?"

Shen Xiuran: "..."

He stopped talking again.

Even the air seemed to become quieter.

A strange atmosphere flowed between the two.

Song Anhao's scalp felt numb.

When she was about to speak again, she only heard a 'pop' and a busy tone of 'beep beep' from the other end of the phone.

Song Anhao: "..."

Uncle, seems to be angry!
why?
Weird.

Really.

Always get angry out of nowhere.

Unable to figure it out, Song Anhao stopped thinking about it, put her mobile phone in her trouser pocket, and was about to go back to the house, but found that Song Qingtian had arrived at some time, standing not far behind her, leaning on the pillar of the gazebo, Looking at her with a half-smile.

Song Anhao hated her look the most: "When did you come here? Don't you know you can't eavesdrop on other people's speech? You have no manners at all!"

Song Qingtian walked up to Song Anhao step by step, and looked at her contemptuously from the beginning to the end: "Uncle? Since when did you have an uncle? Why didn't I know?"

She heard it.

Song Anhao's heart 'thumped', and his anger surged upwards.

"Whether I have an uncle or not has nothing to do with you. If I see you eavesdropping on my phone calls in the future, I will be rude to you!"

Song Qingtian didn't take it seriously at all, she raised her eyebrows, and said in a strange way: "Yo, are you angry? Are you angry from embarrassment? Are you guilty of guilt?"

(End of this chapter)