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Transmigration: I Became The Daughter of a Family of Villains

Chapter 227 - Public Execution"
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Chapter 227: “Public Execution”

“Give the money back to my little sister!”?Who needs your tutoring?

Little Fifth Brother was about to explode with anger. How poor was this person that he even wanted his little sister’s money?!

In the end, a certain person’s face was sunny and confident. “I won’t!”

“You…”

Little Fifth Brother was about to explode with anger. He said with a livid face, “Then, return the money to my little sister and I’ll give you double!”

“Little Xingxing, are you trying to bribe me?”

Zhao Zichen’s annoying face drew closer as he crowded Little Fifth Brother into a corner. Little Fifth Brother was so embarrassed that his face turned red. He gritted his teeth and said, “Are you still not going to return it?”

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“No!”

A certain someone looked proud and smug, his expression saying, “I won’t.”

Little Fifth Brother was so angry that his nerves were about to split apart. “Then what on earth do you want?”

“Mm, it’s very simple. Little Xingxing, as long as you can get a good enough grade, I’ll return your little sister the money, and even give you a red packet.

“What do you think?”

As he spoke, Zhao Zichen propped one hand on his waist. He was clearly dressed in a fresh white school uniform and there was a clean black bag slung over his shoulder, but he was acting like a pretty boy!

Little Fifth Brother glanced at him disdainfully. “Are you sick?”

In the end, the other party replied, “But I don’t like taking medicine. It’s too bitter!”

“Then, what else do you want to f*cking eat?”

Little Fifth Brother couldn’t take it anymore!

“Just, eat…”

Zhao Zichen suddenly paused. Crap, wasn’t this a little too much?

Fifth Brother glanced at him with what even looked like a bit of anticipation?

“Speaking of which, you took the day off just to play games?”

Zhao Zichen’s expression immediately turned serious. He looked at the game on the computer screen and changed the topic.

“How shallow!”

Little Fifth Brother immediately gave him a disdainful look. At the same time, he walked over to his computer table. As he fiddled with the mouse, he pretended to be profound as he glanced at Zhao Zichen and said, “Do you think what you saw was everything?”

“Then, does Little Xingxing want to…”

Zhao Zichen subconsciously started messing around again. One hand even landed on Zhao Zichen’s bent back, and little Fifth Brother immediately flared up. “F*cking act a little normally!” What the heck!

Little Fifth Brother’s face flushed with anger. His expression was tense, and he looked a little uneasy.

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Zhao Zichen was also dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to say.

Thus, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

It was little Ergou who broke the impasse. After finally snatching the dog food that a certain person had yet to finish eating, it jumped off the table. “Howl~ howl~”

As it finished it in a few bites, it pondered where to hide the dog food which the d*mn woman had prepared for it.

Oh~ got it!

Struck by inspiration, the soft little blondie dragged the box of dog food along as it went off to find a hiding spot.

Tch, who cared about fanservice? Could anything be more interesting than its dog food?

Stupid humans, bleh~

It was nine in the morning.

When they learned of the turnaround in Liu Yumin’s case, and that she had even woken up, all the reporters from the major news agencies in South City mobilized and went to get the news firsthand. action

Of course, the reporters who had reported on this incident previously were pulled out one by one and “publicly executed.”

The people who had misunderstood Lu Jingfan and Cai Da, and even did despicable things against them, also felt unwell, as if they had swallowed flies.