Rebirth: National Crown Prince

He'er! Zhang Banggu's eyes widened as he opened the door.

Zhang Mangu rushed over and snatched the blade from Wan He's hand, stopping him from stabbing the maid again.

Are you crazy? If you stab this maid to death, you will go to jail like your father. Zhang Banggu looked angry.

Wanhe's expression softened a lot when he saw it was Zhang Bangkok.

Ha! Ever since I knew that my leg would never be cured, my father has already abandoned me, and even his lover and children have come to visit me. Such a father makes me sick. Wan He looked at Zhang with cold eyes. Bangkok said.

Zhang Mangu sighed faintly, He'er, listen to mom, no matter what happens, he is still your father, and we, mother and son, still need him, otherwise this Wan family will no longer have a foothold for us. Although Wan Zexi is in charge of the Wan family now, but the Wan family that your father has been in charge of for so many years is naturally quite capable.

Seeing his mother say these words with an indifferent expression, Wan He was slightly startled.

Zhang Banggu touched Wan He's hair tenderly, He'er, mother loves you the most! As for your father... His eyes flashed with confusion and then turned sinister. Her relationship with Wanda Mao had already begun. It doesn't feel like it did at the beginning. Over the years, she has long looked down on relationships, and nothing is as important as her son.

Wuwu...hiss... The maid on the bed sobbed in pain, which immediately attracted Zhang Banggu.

Zhang Banggu frowned, What happened to her?

Wan He's eyes were indifferent: I stabbed her, don't worry, she won't die.

Hearing this, Zhang Banggu glanced at Wan He with complicated eyes, and then realized that her He'er was completely transformed. Although he was gloomy, he was much smarter.

Looking at the maid being carried away, Zhang Banggu said: I will give this maid some hush money later. She dare not say anything because she still has the handle in my hand.

I will redeem your father. He still plays a very important role.

Wan He nodded slightly, I listen to my mother.

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Three days later.

Wanda Mao came out.

He looked at the people around him in a daze. When he thought that he had been in prison for so long because of Wan Zexi, he wanted to cut Wan Zexi into pieces.

in the car.

The young man leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking at Wanda Mao who came out with cold eyes, raising the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and gently rubbing his fingers against each other.

Let's go! A thin voice sounded.

The drama begins.

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Wan Zexi searched the Qiuk platform on the Internet and it seemed pretty good. Wan Zexi didn’t want any more trouble, so he decided to broadcast live on Qiuk.

Mo Yu looked at the software with doubts in his eyes, Are you planning to broadcast live?

Wan Zexi nodded slightly, Well, Little Fox Guards and the others want to watch it, so I plan to start a live broadcast on this platform, but it won't be done often. I can do it when I have time.

Mo Yu said: That's good. What are you going to do with the live broadcast?

Wan Zexi was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: I really haven't thought about this. Forget it, I'll ask them when the time comes. The ends of his eyes were slightly raised, but there was a trace of doting in his eyes.

Mo Yu frowned, an inexplicable sour taste welling up in his throat, Don't be too spoiled by them. As a celebrity, you know best that you shouldn't be too spoiled by some fans, otherwise they will be too unreasonable.

A certain little fox guard/little guard:............Are they making trouble unreasonably? ?

Really? Wan Zexi was a little surprised. She really didn't understand this. It was the first time she had fans, so she didn't quite understand it.

Yeah! Mo Yu responded in a deep voice with a cold face.

Hearing this, Wan Zexi said thoughtfully, Well, try not to be so nice to them.

A certain little fox guard/little guard:............crying loudly!

The corners of Mo Yu's mouth raised slightly, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes.

Fans: Why are we so pitiful?

Author: Touch your head, you will be even more pitiful in the future, don’t worry.