You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 1185: How am I supposed to see them?
As soon as Lu Ning said this, the audience was in an uproar.
If An Zhenglin just raised his third son and illegitimate children outside, he can only say that An Zhenglin is a scumbag, ruthless, despicable and shameless.
But if An Zhenglin took his illegitimate children back to his side in order to straighten the little three outside, so he killed his wife, he would be mad and mad!
The guests were talking a lot, most of them were talking about the authenticity of this matter, and saying that if what Lu Ning said was true, then An Zhenglin should be stabbed with thousands of swords and he should go to **** after his death.
An Zhenglin's face was pale, his whole body was wet with cold sweat, and he looked like he was fished out of the water.
But no matter how scared he was in his heart and how embarrassed he looked at the moment, he would never admit it, and refuted it sharply: "Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Lu Ning, have you lost your mind? How can you doubt your biological father like this? Do you still have humanity?"
Lu Cui sneered, "You are such an inhuman beast, you actually ask people if they have human nature. It's really funny."
Zhou Shengqian walked up to Lu Ning and asked the person in charge of tonight's banquet: "Who invited him? We are here for a charity reception, and all the people who come here are charitable people from all walks of life in Zhoucheng. Who is so irresponsible to invite him? The letter was given to a scum who killed his wife and children?"
As soon as Zhou Shengqian said these words, everyone present confirmed that Zhou Shengqian was here to support Lu Cui tonight.
All the guests who come to the charity dinner tonight are people who want to be friends with Zhou Shengqian.
Zhou Shengqian stated his position, and other guests condemned An Zhenglin more loudly.
The person in charge of tonight's reception took a few steps forward, bowed to Zhou Shengqian, and respectfully replied: "Master, I checked, we did not issue an invitation to this person tonight, He should have gotten in."
"No, I don't," An Zhenglin retorted subconsciously: "I have an invitation letter, I really have an invitation letter!"
His mind went blank, and instinctively, he looked at Pang Xiangwen who was receiving the invitation.
Pang Xiangwen quickly took out the invitation letter from her handbag and handed it to An Zhenglin.
An Zhenglin handed the invitation letter to Zhou Shengqian with both hands: "Young Master Zhou, look, I have an invitation letter, I really have an invitation letter."
Zhou Shengqian held a glass of red wine in his hand and looked at him with a half-smile, not moving.
The person in charge of the reception stepped forward, took the invitation letter in his hand and glanced at it, and reported to Zhou Shengqian respectfully: "Master, the invitation letter is fake."
Zhou Shengqian let out a laugh, tsk tsk: "My Zhou Shengqian's reception, you dare to forge an invitation letter to sneak in, ha ha!"
An Zhenglin shook his head indifferently, eagerly defending: "I don't... I really don't..."
Zhou Shengqian waved his hand, interrupted him lazily, and instructed the person in charge of the reception, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you drive these beasts with human faces and beasts out? It's been a long time, and we're dirty here. Air, how can our distinguished guests breathe tonight?"
"Yes!" The person in charge of the reception respectfully responded and raised his hand to call the security guard.
Several tall and tall security guards quickly passed through the crowd, two of them held one, and the four of An Zhenglin's family went out and threw them on the ground in front of the hotel steps.
The behavior of the security guards was rude, and the four fell as if all their bones were falling apart.
An Ru Ru was already crying with tears all over her face. She struggled to get up from the ground and threw herself into An Zheng Lin's arms: "Dad, what should I do? What should I do? We've lost our lives tonight! If we let my classmates know about this It's too late, how can I see them?"