Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Thinking of this, some of the guests who haven't given gifts don't even plan to shop around and choose any more coincidences from the selected gifts.

There were also some female guests who were moved to wipe away tears after discovering the emotional state of the old man.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Qian's mother and son were so angry that they almost ripped their dresses to pieces.

Xiang Qian stared fiercely at the little girl who was playing the piano and spreading dog food, his eyes were full of fire.

this dead girl...

And grandpa too!

Thinking about it, Xiang Qian turned his angry eyes to his grandfather again.

He didn't understand, it was obvious that the gifts he and Xiang Xing gave were very memorable gifts for the old man.

But the old man used that kind of inexplicable attitude to treat himself before, and he treated Xiang Xing with such an obvious favored attitude...

Isn't this an obvious run on him!

The more Xiang Qian thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He couldn't stay in this banquet hall that made him feel as uncomfortable as being pricked by needles!

After thinking about it, Xiang Qian couldn't help but snorted coldly. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the banquet hall and returned to his car.

After a drag racing, he went directly back to the Xiang family mansion.

...

At that time, the masters of the Xiang family mansion, the housekeeper, and the elite bodyguards who needed to accompany Mr. Xiang at all times were not at home.

As a result, Xiang Qian parked the car and rushed into the main house without stopping, towards his father Xiang Huai's study.

After kicking the door open, he looked around for a few times, and soon saw the photo frame with the photo of his aunt Xiangchu on the display shelf of the bookcase.

Looking at the picture in the photo that was almost identical to Xiang Xing, with the same delicate face that made him extremely disgusted, Xiang Qian only felt that there was an unnamed evil fire in the middle of his heart, and it rushed straight to the top of his skull.

In my mind, I recalled the picture I saw that day, my father holding this photo frame.

After colliding with everything today, Xiang Qian's anger quickly turned into an uncontrollable impulse.

"Aunt... No, Xiang Chu! Everything I have suffered today, Xiang Qian, is all because of you, and thanks to you!"

Xiang Qian's eyes were scarlet, and he couldn't hold back any longer, and roared at the photo frame.

Immediately afterwards, he directly picked up a metal pen holder on Xiang Huai's desk and smashed it heavily towards the photo frame.

With a snap, the glass on the frame surface shattered.

But Xiang Qian didn't seem to be satisfied, and continued to smash hard.

Until the glass was smashed into powder by him, the boy stretched out his hand and forcibly pulled the scratched photo directly out of the frame.

Holding the photo in both hands, twisting it, tearing it into two, four...

"……what are you doing!!"

When Xiang Qian was stunned, he only heard a milky voice, but he couldn't hide his angry shout, which came from the side.

The next second, the photo fragments in his hand were violently snatched away by a small hand of Bai Shengsheng.

"..."

Looking at the stack of disfigured photo fragments in his hand, Xiang Xing's pink lips pursed and pursed, and his brows furrowed sharply.

This item...

Thinking about it, the little guy quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Opening his eyes again, a cold light flashed from the bottom of his soft eyes.

She raised her head and narrowed her eyes coldly towards Xiang Qian.

Sen Ran said, "Xiang Qian, you will be punished."