"No!" I'm going to yell it out today. Let me tell you all, this woman stole my fiancé, and she's my number three. Today, I must teach her a lesson! " Pointing at Jiang Zhixin, the woman began to scold again, "What, Jiang Zhixin, do you think that just because you haven't made a sound and are pretending to be pitiful here, someone will come to help you? "Let me tell you, if I tell people about you, there will only be more people scolding you."

　　"Hehehe …" Seeing that she was getting more and more out of hand, Huo Xiwen patted her shoulder and said, "If you keep making such a racket, I'm going to record your appearance on my phone and post it onto the internet."

　　"Go ahead and take the pictures. It would be best if everyone knew that she was Little San." Women seemed to be fearless.

　　"You said that she is a mistress, and that she stole your fiancé right? "Then do you think that if I record the scene of you bullying her like this and let your fiance see it on the internet, do you think he'll sympathize with you or him?" Huo Xiwen held her phone, pretending that she wanted to take a photo as she said this.

　　When the woman was reminded like this, she immediately started to panic.

　　"I'm not a mistress. I didn't try to steal her fiance." At this time, Jiang Zhixin, who had been keeping her head down in silence all this time, suddenly spoke up in a low voice.

　　"No?" You're still not admitting it? Then let me ask you, who bought the house you live in right now? And those advertis.e.m.e.nts you made and the movies you're going to take next, who arranged them for you? " the woman demanded.

　　After hearing her string of words, Huo XIwen realized that the other party might also be someone of status. Thus, he said, "So he's from the entertainment industry, then I'll have to take a good photo. When I sell it to those gossip magazines, I might even be able to earn some money."

　　As he spoke, he raised his hand and smacked the woman.

　　"Hey, what are you doing? Stop taking pictures, put your phone down. " Seeing this, the woman hurriedly reached out her hand to cover her face.

　　"Miss, who is your fiance? A film and television executive? "What's his name?" Huo XIwen asked again.

　　"Go away, don't randomly pat …" The woman waved her hand and pushed Huo XIwen twice. Seeing the other party's aggressive att.i.tude, the woman could only turn around and pick up her bag from the chair, before leaving the scene as if she was fleeing.

　　At this moment, Huo XIwen turned around to look at Jiang Zhixin. He saw her with her head lowered, wiping the coffee stains on her face and clothes with a tissue.

　　"Are you okay?" Huo XIwen asked with a slightly concerned tone.

　　Jiang Zhixin raised her head, revealing a grateful expression, "No … I'm fine... "Thank you."

　　"No need to thank me. It was my friend who called me over to help." Huo Xi Wen said as he pointed at Luo Qingyun.