Sitian's head buzzed. She bit her thin and tender lips so anxious that her palms were sweating, but her whole body became weak and she was stared at by countless pairs of eyes with various expressions below the audience and her whole body was furrowed!
Dong Chaoyan is definitely ill-hearted tonight!
Dong Tangyu's face turned dark. Dong Chaoyan never mentioned such a big thing to him and his wife. In Dong Chaoyan's eyes, is he still his father?
"Yu, why did this child Ayan suddenly do this?" Dong's mother came to her senses and her face became awkward.
Although Si Tian is not his biological son, she has no blood relationship with Dong Chaoyan.
But for outsiders, there are definitely some moral ambiguity.
"I don't know what's going on. Let's talk about it after the banquet ends. Don't worry... Now is not the time to smash the venue."
Dong Tangyu was quite satisfied with Si Tian, but Dong Chaoyan felt very unhappy when he disrespected him so much.
"It's not like this... Don't believe President Dong's words, we..."
Sitian still wanted to struggle, Dong Chaoyan said loudly with a smile, "Thank you for your support. Please have a meal as you like. Here will be Miss Conel's wonderful performance..."
Sitian's little face was flushed red.
She looked at Dong Chaoyan hatefully, and the latter pulled her off the stage.
Sitian has no chance to explain.
Even if she holds the microphone in her hand, no matter how much she explains, how can her words compare to Dong Chaoyan's words?
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"Brother Yan, what do you mean... You actually made such a joke with someone else?"
Backstage, Si Tian blushed. This is a dressing room, which is often a place for brides, artists to change their makeup and make-up.
Now that everyone has cleared up, Dong Chaoyan sat lazily on the sofa, and the mirror opposite reflects his handsome face.
There was a cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke rose up.
Sitian was choked.
She was most afraid of the smell of smoke, but Dong Chaoyan was in front of her...
Dongchaoyan pinched off the cigarette, and there was still a little cigarette in the space.
He raised his eyebrows and his expression was leisurely.
"It's not interesting. I'm telling the truth. Si Tian... You can only be my woman. I've been destined since you were eight years old."
Dong Chaoyan looked at Si Tian's slightly angry face and felt a little disappointed.
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Xiao Ji was revising the article, and this period may be slower. I'm sorry - because someone said that the front looks good and the back is not good. Although it cannot represent everyone's feelings, it is perfect if it can be perfect. Xiao Ji will work hard.