The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Looking at Anxiaxia's expression of irritation, Kang Jian asked blankly, "What's the situation?"

An Xia Xia's hand holding her mobile phone froze, and once again confirmed the number on the invoice, she wanted to faint all over!

Oh my God! How so expensive! Isn't it enough to sell her!

She acted immediately and dialed a phone number for Qiao Mu—

The call was quickly connected, and Qiao Mu's clear voice came: "Hey, Xia Xia, what are you looking for?"

Anxiaxia brewed and cried: "Sister, last time your car hit a Porsche at your company's door ... The owner came to me to lose money, it's much better ..." Before she finished, Qiao Mu became very popular. Interrupted her: "Oh, liar? You still use such a clumsy method! Where do you go from here! Do you want to lie to me without looking at her sister?"

"I'm telling the truth ... I'm Xia Xia!" An Xia Xia cried loudly.

"Huh, I don't believe it!" Qiao Mu took the phone away from her ear and murmured: "Is the liar so advanced these years? Even the sound is exactly the same ... Is there anything new that can imitate human voice software?"

This incident was nothing more than an episode for her. She soon went to work, leaving An Xiaxia messy and sad in the wind.

"Xia Xia ... you look so ugly ..." Kang Jian spit out.

An Xia Xia resentfully said, "Kang Xiaojian, I may have to transfer to school or run away from home. I ... I owe a huge sum!"

Kang Jian stepped back three meters in an instant, and said positively, "Xia Xia, my mother called me to go home and collect clothes! Bye!"

By the way, the goods ran faster than the rabbits and slipped away.

An Xia Xia wanted to cry without tears, and picked up a small schoolbag to go home.

The family was empty. She hesitated to call her dad and brother. After thinking about it, she didn't call in the end.

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One nightmare.

An Xia Xia went to school under the eyes of two pandas.

Frightened to move to Grade 3 in Grade Two, An Xia Xia was seated in the position, and a rhythmic thumping sound suddenly sounded on the table.

She conditionedly glanced at the tabletop, and as far as she could see, she had long, white fingers, and her nails were flat and clean.

Looking up along the good-looking fingers, it was the boy's long, thin body, wearing a black uniform of Qixia High School, and a white shirt with a loose tie, revealing a beautiful collarbone.

After looking at the man's face, Anxiaxia almost fell off the chair.

The clever features of Tiangong are as deep as sculpture, and the tear mole under the left eye is even more charming.

Sheng Yize! Actually Sheng Yize!

If she changed the usual, An Xia Xia would be conquered by Sheng Yize's face even if she was a black fan, but thinking of yesterday's text message, she had a pain to lose her home!

"Hello ... hello, is there anything wrong with me?" An Xia Xia Qiang calmly asked, knowingly.

Sheng Yize blinked: "Did you see the text message I sent you yesterday?"

As soon as this word came out, there was a sound of breathlessness in the class.

Oh my god! Sheng Yize actually texted Anxia Xia? What is their relationship?

An Xiaxia cried with a sad face: "I see."

Sheng Yize nodded, glanced around, and said, "There are too many people in the classroom, so let's talk outside." After a pause, he picked his lips and read the words perfectly: "Anxia Xia Classmate. "