st be with her"Jiang Qi Feng was stunned, speechless."Even if He Hanchuan likes Jiang Qingran, I must be insane to go and crash into him at my birthday party in front of everyone!" Xiang Wan said with...Menglan smiled and opened the passenger car door, “If you had told me sooner that you were going there, I wouldn’t have had to run all the way to Zhuxianzhuang.”

"My fault," Xiang Wan said, getting into the car.

Menglan started the car, "For your pretty face, I'll forgive you."

On the way to the dream club, the car was much faster than before. Towards Evening felt a bit carsick, so she lowered the car window a bit. When the wind blew in, she felt better.

"Hawthorn candy and plum." Menglan held the steering wheel in one hand and tossed a bag of hawthorn candy and plums onto Xiangwan's lap. "He Ge prepared these, said it would make you feel better."

Before, when Xiangwan took the car, she would also prepare some hawthorn slices and plums, naturally knowing that eating them would make her feel better. But hearing that these were prepared by He Hanchuan, her hand preparing to tear open the package retracted, "Thank you, Lan Jie."

Having finished, she placed the hawthorn slices and plums aside.

"Still a child at heart, aren't you" Menglan sighed.

向晚 turned her head to look out the window, without responding.

"Just eat it," Menglan said. "You have some, and give me the rest. I'll buy two more bags just like this and put them in the car. Then tell Mr. He that you didn't eat."

Seeing through Xiaowan's mind, Menglan caused her face to flush. She bit her lip, then finally tore open the plum candy and popped two into her mouth.

When you get car sick, your head feels awful and you have this constant feeling of things rising up your esophagus, it's not much better than being sick.

Menglan chuckled as she heard the sound of the packaging being torn, "Having a solo meal"

向晚 tore open another bag of hawthorn candy and offered a piece to her mouth. Plum still had to spit out the pits, it was inconvenient for her while driving.

"It tastes good." Menglan popped a hawthorn slice into her mouth, her spirits high. "The treatment I'm getting finally surpasses that of General He, how satisfying!"

Wawawa, "..."

When they arrived at the Dream Club, Yue waited understood why things were so difficult. Besides Cheng Yu, there were also a lot of reporters blocking the entrance of the Dream Club.

The profession of journalism used to focus more on facts, but now it emphasizes traffic. To attract attention or other benefits, facts can be distorted.

At the sight of Meng Lan, reporters' microphones instantly flocked towards her, eager to probe her with their inquiries.

"Manager, Mr. Cheng said he came to the club looking for a girlfriend and was thrown out by your instructions several times. Is this true"

"Mr. Cheng said that his girlfriend is from the mountains, but was forced into prostitution by a dream hall. How do you explain this"

"Does the Dream Club always make money by forcing women into prostitution A customer of the club said that the Dream Club's girls are ranked, with the highest-priced ones costing tens of thousands of dollars per night. Have you participated in this yourself"

The reporters' writing implicitly accused the Dream Club of forcing women into prostitution and organizing large-scale prostitution rings. While Cheng Yu and Zhou Miao's cases were presented as examples of victims, they were not the main focus.

Before, Yue was a bit of a spoiled brat, but because of her family background, she wasn't unfamiliar with these underhanded tactics. To put it simply, this time someone used Cheng Yu to target Meng Hui, which is common in the business world.

"Ask me if I'll participate" Menglan smiled, playfully touching the young male reporter's face, "Does it count if it's unpaid I see handsome young men like you often and can't help but try to seduce you."

Every move she made was alluring, let alone when she deliberately flirted like this. The young male reporter's face flushed instantly.

"You reporters are getting too nosy these days, even caring about people's dating arrangements. Don't you have any humanitarian spirit left" Menglan glanced at the reporters and said with a smile.

The reporters continued to ask questions, but several security guards came over and blocked them, making it easy for Menglan and Xiangwan to enter.

"These reporters were arranged by Pei Shao, they're not easy to handle." Menglan leaned into Xiangwan's ear and explained in a low voice.

Moona frowned, but wasn't surprised.

The Pei family had a large business, but they were always overshadowed by the He family. The two families had been at odds with each other for a long time, engaging in both overt and covert conflict. Pei Song initially harassed her at the party because she was somewhat attractive. However, he repeatedly came to the Dream Pavilion to pester her afterward, all to spite He Hanchuan.

Two people entered the dream parlor.

In the hall, Zhou Miao's face was ashen with rage, "Cheng Yu, you asked me to accompany clients for the company's development, and now you record a video to bite back at me! I really went blind, to have fallen for someone like you, a white-eyed wolf!"

"Miao Miao," Cheng Yu's spirit didn't look good, his eyes were all shadowed. "Were you threatened by someone from the association That's why you changed your tune and spoke up for them"

Zhou Miao's eyes widened in shock, speechless at his wickedness.

"The reporter is here, just tell the truth, don't be afraid of Meng Hui's threats." Cheng Yu pulled Zhou Miao and advised: "We are childhood sweethearts, we came out from the mountains all the way. I thought that if I made some money, we could finally..."

He looked pained, "I didn't expect you to be lured here by the Dream Weavers and lose your innocence, then forced to serve them! It's all my fault, I didn't take good care of you!"

Si Tu looked on coldly, this Cheng Yu's character wasn't much better than Jiang Qingran's. It's just that his little tricks were full of loopholes and couldn't withstand scrutiny, he was no match for Jiang Qingran.

"Cheng Yu, don't talk nonsense!" Zhou Miao was exasperated. "Those people are your clients. You asked me to accompany them. It has nothing to do with the club!"

Cheng Yu painfully took out a photo, "These people are all second-generation rich, and some are CEOs of large companies. My company has no dealings with them. How do you say that Miao Miao, you really don't have to be afraid of these people at the club. After all, this is a society governed by law, and evil cannot triumph over good!"

"These years... You've actually been stalking and filming me" Zhou Miao looked at those photos, feeling a chill down her spine.

She thought Cheng Yu had only filmed her and her client's videos, but she didn't expect that he had been following and filming her all these years... What does he want to do!

"What do you mean 'secretly filming'" Cheng Yu looked innocent. "You gave me all this evidence, claiming Dream Pavilion forced you into prostitution!"

They argued heatedly, their words like swords clashing.

"What do you think we should do" Meng Lan asked Yanan with a playful smile.

"I'm not very bright, I can't think of a good way," A-Wei mumbled with her lips pursed.

She wished He Hanchuan would encounter more misfortunes so that he wouldn't try to solve his problems. She came here only because this matter involved Zhou Miao.

"Tsk, really heartless." Menglan raised her eyebrow slightly, didn't say anything more, and watched the scene in the hall as if watching a play.

reporters clicked away with their cameras and recorders, firing off one sharp question after another.

Yelan watched these scenes silently, a sarcastic smile on her lips. It seemed that no matter who it was, for the sake of profit, they could all put on such a hideous and disgusting face!

About half an hour later, Menglan stood up and clapped her hands. "Please be quiet, everyone."

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