Chapter 949 This Time I’m Really Dead

Wen Churan looked at the small milk jug and said one word at a time, "Listen clearly, he is not your daddy. Do you understand that you can't call him such a random name?!"

The little milk jug pouted.

snort!

It's obviously Daba, but I have to admit it.

Sheng Shimo knew that Wen Churan had a very stubborn temper and it was useless to pry open her mouth even if she didn't want to speak. He simply gave up asking and shifted his target to Miss Xu, who was already paralyzed with fear.

He opened his thin lips lightly and issued a cold threat, "I'll give you one last chance to tell the truth!"

Who knows, then Miss Xu still has a sense of luck and refuses to admit it, "General...Your Excellency, what I said...is...all the truth..."

After hearing this, Sheng Shimo actually laughed. It was not a friendly smile, but made people shudder.

"Okay, since you don't want to tell the truth, of course someone will tell you the truth!"

Miss Xu was stunned.

Someone help her?

Who?

Sheng Shimo's cold command was heard: "Anyone, go and pull out the surveillance video here!"

Surveillance video? !

Miss Xu immediately looked up and searched, and sure enough she saw monitors installed in the four corners of the dressing room. The flashing red dots indicated that they were working and recording every scene that happened here.

Miss Xu's face suddenly lost all color, and she felt as if she had fallen into an abyss of despair. She was covered in cold sweat, and the clothes on her back had already been soaked.

Why didn't she expect that there was such a thing as surveillance video!

Dead, dead!

This time it's really dead!

Everyone didn't react for a moment, and they were still in a daze.

Sheng Shimo frowned slightly and shouted angrily, "Hurry up and go!"

Everyone was so frightened that they came to their senses and ran away in a hurry.

Soon, someone walked up to Sheng Shimo with a computer and handed it to him tremblingly, "Your Excellency, the surveillance video has been retrieved."

"Let it go!" Sheng Shimo ordered.

Wen Churan suddenly reached out and pressed the computer, "Don't let go, I don't plan to pursue this matter anymore!"

The staff member holding the computer was at a loss.

To release or not to release?

Who should we listen to? !

Sheng Shimo stared at Wen Churan, his gaze as sharp as a blade, and said with a strong attitude, "You won't pursue it, but I will pursue it!"

Immediately, he grabbed her little hand and ordered again to the staff member holding the computer, "Let go!"

The staff member immediately turned on the computer and clicked the play button. With this squeaking sound, a picture appeared on the computer.

The unsuspecting people gathered around him quietly, wanting to know what happened in the cult dressing room.

In the picture, Wen Churan is holding a tender pink skirt and putting forward her suggestions and ideas in a good voice. Her attitude can be said to be very sincere.

Looking back at Miss Xu across from her, it was as if she had eaten a dynamite bag. She scolded others whenever she disagreed with her, and was really no different from a shrew.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Xu took away the group in Wen Churan's hand and threw it at Wen Churan's face. The clothes hanger just hit Wen Churan's forehead.

In an instant, a stream of warm blood gushed out.

Seeing this scene, Sheng Shimo turned around and saw a new wound on Wen Churan's forehead, and the blood had dried.

An undercurrent surged in his eyes instantly.

The screen jumped to show Ms. Xu forcibly taking off Wen Churan's mask. When she saw the scar on her cheek, she and the surrounding staff laughed wantonly.