Chapter 142

The atmosphere was a little tense.

Xiangyi was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone before hanging up.

Xiang Feng was anxious and scolded, "Xiang Xiaoqi, how can you talk to your sister like that?! Don't you know how happy she was when she heard that you were back in China … "

"Happy?" Xiang Qi raised his hand to brush away the long strands of hair on his forehead, revealing his handsome but gloomy eyes. "Can't wait to see me make a fool of myself?"

Xiang Feng was speechless for a moment.

Thinking of the ridiculous things Xiangyi had done in the past year, Xiang Feng really couldn't find the words to reprimand her.

Xiang Qi was a well-known fashion designer who debuted at a young age. His designs for other brands were all on the runway of Fashion Week, and he had been preparing for his own personal show.

After working hard for several years, he finally had a set of ready-made clothes called "Winter Night". When he was preparing for the big show, Xiangyi wanted to show off, so she took a photo and sent it to a group of friends, which was then posted on the Internet. As a result, Xiang Qi's work was plagiarized by another designer, and the show was held before Xiang Qi's.

In the fashion industry, there was no way to explain things clearly. It could only be determined by the time the work was released. If Xiang Qi used the same work to hold a show, then plagiarism would become an unerasable shame in his career.

However, Xiangyi didn't think she was wrong at all. Instead, she blamed Xiang Qi for holding the show too late. She just wanted to help her brother promote it, so she sent it to the group.

Xiang Qi was so angry that he tore up all his ready-made clothes and manuscripts. Because he had no inspiration, he couldn't design new works, so his personal show was canceled and he was ridiculed by the fashion industry.

He had been traveling around the world for the past few months. He was in a good mood when he returned home, but when he heard Xiangyi's name, he couldn't control his anger.

"My sister is different now!" Xiang Feng tried his best to persuade Xiang Qi. "If you don't believe me, ask Xiang Xiaoyu! He has the most right to speak. Those were his words. "

Xiang Feng said and dialed Xiang Yu's cell phone, but no one picked up.

Xiang Qi looked at him coldly.

"… Why are you being so fierce." Xiang Feng weakly changed the number of the eSports base.

This time, someone picked it up, and it happened to be Xiang Yu's teammate.

"Looking for Smog? Ahem, when he came back from filming the variety show, we showed him the replay of the part where he stroked the cat, and then … then he shut himself off and locked himself in the training room for a few days. His phone was turned off, and he didn't log into his social media account. "

After reuniting with his little sister, the high-spirited e-sports god who pretended to be cold and aloof was instantly petrified when he saw the video of himself burying himself in Xiao Naofu's belly, kissing and sucking like an idiot.

Especially when he found out that millions of netizens had seen the video …

His persona was gone, his face was gone, and so was their chance to meet on the spot.

…

The corner of Xiang Feng's mouth twitched. "… Okay, then when he's not autistic anymore, have him call me back."

"Yes, Uncle!"

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Feng smiled sheepishly at his third nephew. "Xiao Qi, you see … this is an unavoidable factor …"

Xiang Qi snorted coldly. He elegantly picked up the wine glass and swirled it around. Only when he drank it did he realize that it was cola. His movements stiffened slightly, and his expression didn't change as he tasted … cola.

It could be said that he was very stubborn!

Xiang Feng scratched his head and said, "It's really different! My little sister cooked for me, and it was delicious! "

Xiang Qi's eyes lit up. He suppressed his emotions and said casually, "Forget it, let her come in."

"But … my little sister said she didn't want to disturb you and has already left."

Xiang Qi:?????