Princess Is Glamorous In Modern Day - Chapter 834 - An Rao Publicly Scolds Others
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Chapter 834 - An Rao Publicly Scolds Others

Chapter 834: An Rao Publicly Scolds Others

The fans were stunned by this huge hat. Buying a painting could destroy Chinas painting industry? Isnt Chinas painting industry too fragile?

However, the media that posted this article was a large media company that had been active in front of everyone for a long time. They had always stood by their stern and sharp manners, and had many supporters.

At this moment, some people who did not pay attention to the entertainment industry also joined in the argument. They directly blamed brainless fans chasing celebrities without brains. When the fans retorted, they were accused of chasing celebrities and having their brains destroyed.

After Xia Wanyuan posted on Weibo, she switched off her phone and didnt notice the storm on the Internet.

By the window, Xiao Bao was obediently doing his homework. When he encountered a question he did not understand, Xiao Bao would call his father with a frown. Although Jun s.h.i.+ling looked disdainful, he still put down his work to help Xiao Bao read his homework every time.

Xiao Bao, why didnt you ask Mommy? Xia Wanyuans heart ached when she saw how clingy Xiao Bao was to Jun s.h.i.+ling.

Mommy, youve worked hard. Leave this to Daddy. Xiao Bao opened his big eyes and smiled at Xia Wanyuan sensibly.

Jun s.h.i.+ling glanced at Xiao Bao. You know how to feel sorry for Mommy. Not bad, Ill give you a candy later.

Wow!! Really!! Daddy, youre the best! Xiao Bao jumped up happily. However, Jun s.h.i.+ling was too tall, so Xiao Bao could not kiss him even if he wanted to. He jumped up and down for a long time.

Jun s.h.i.+ling squatted down at the right time and received Xiao Baos kiss.

After finis.h.i.+ng his homework, Xiao Bao skipped downstairs to ask Uncle w.a.n.g for milk candy. Xia Wanyuan glanced at the smiling Jun s.h.i.+ling. Tsk, CEO Jun, you dont mean what you say.

Jun s.h.i.+ling walked over and held Xia Wanyuans waist, leaning into her ear. You dont want to sleep tonight, do you?

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Sigh, can you calm down? Bo Xiao rubbed his eyebrows helplessly and poured a gla.s.s of water for An Rao, who was about to explode from anger on the sofa.

Are these people crazy? Our Yuan Yuan is a member of the International Painter a.s.sociation and is also a professor in the art department at Qing University. Why cant she sell it at an expensive price? Its only one million dollars. If not for the fact that I couldnt s.n.a.t.c.h it, I would be willing to spend ten million dollars to buy it. These people are just jealous! Im so angry! An Rao frowned and looked at the Weibo comments, her voice rising in anger.

Why are you bickering with them? Dont worry, Jun s.h.i.+ling is here. Are you still afraid that Sister-in-law will be bullied? Bo Xiao sat beside An Rao in amus.e.m.e.nt, wanting to comfort her.

An Rao pushed Bo Xiaos hand away. No, they scolded Yuan Yuan. Ill scold them first. This group of idiots only know how to exaggerate.

As An Rao spoke, she typed a few words. Bo Xiao sat by the side and took a look. He could not help but laugh.

Once this Weibo post was posted, more than half of An Raos managers hair would probably fall.

Hence, just as the Internet was in a deadlock, everyone suddenly received a message from An Rao. When they clicked on it, everyone had an idea.

Its, its really hard, An Rao. As expected of you.

@ An Rao: A group of despicable people who cant even be sold for free and a media who exaggerates to scare people and desire to see the world burn. Do you really think that by covering yourself with a so-called cover for the Chinese painting industry, you can hide your dirty and narrow heart? Master Yuan Yuan, a member of the China Painter a.s.sociation, a member of the World Painter a.s.sociation, and a professor in the art department at Qing University. If her painting isnt worth 1 million dollars, could it be that yours is worthy? Youre worthy of a PP. Shameless.