421: Who Can Bully Her

Who Can Bully Her

"Yes, I like her that much," Han Zhuoli quickly changed his words. "No, I love her."1

Han Zhuofeng's unwillingness to admit defeat was clearly written on his face.

No matter what, he still felt that Lu Man was unworthy of Han Zhuoli.

Or perhaps he should say that there is no woman alive who is worthy of Han Zhuoli.

Seeing that there was no way he could convince him, Han Zhouli was too lazy to waste more time talking to him. "I don't care if you accept Lu Man or not, she doesn't need you to accept her, and nor doesn't she need to care about your opinion. However, there is one thing, what you think should remain in your heart, I don't care, even if you are just pretending, you need to be polite to her! Just think about it this way, if you're not polite to her, it means you're not being polite to me. Now, do as you wish."

As to Lu Man's good parts, how could Han Zhuofeng, this kind of person whose intelligence was lacking see it?

Han Zhouli was happy that there were so many dumb people in the world.

Otherwise, if they were all smart, how many people would be fighting with him for Lu Man!

Seeing Han Zhuoli's stern gaze that was issuing him a warning, Han Zhuofeng nodded his head quickly. "Alright, I know."

"Let's go," Han Zhuoli turned to return to the house.

Han Zhuofeng followed behind him, and grunted unhappily, "But, I definitely won't smile at her!"

Han Zhuoli sneered, "Do you think that she cares about your smile?"

Han Zhuofeng disagreed, Lu Man wanted to marry to Han Zhuoli, so she would have to curry favor with everyone in the Han family, and make everyone in the Han family like her as she would want everyone to have a good impression of her.

So obviously Lu Man would care about that.

Lu Man would definitely have to curry favor with him and she would also have to rescue her image in his heart.

But who knew that Han Zhuofeng had totally anticipated it wrong.

When he returned to the living room, Lu Man did not even spare him a glance.

She was smiling and talking to everyone, but when it came to Han Zhuofeng, she just ignored him as if he was invisible.

Earlier, Han Zhuofeng looked down on her, but now, to his shock, Lu Man was the one who looked down on him?

What right did she have!

Seeing his younger son suffer such treatment, Han Dongping gave a cold hmph in his heart. Lu Man had no manners, and could not be brought along to social or formal occasions, she didn't even know to interact with everyone.

However, the Old Madam and Shen Nuo felt otherwise, finding it quite interesting.

Because Han Zhuofeng was the youngest child in the family, he had been spoilt since young and was a bit of an arrogant, spoiled brat.

In the whole family, he only feared and listened to Han Zhuoli.

Surprisingly, today, he had to keep quiet in front of Lu Man.

The Old Madam only wanted to say one thing. "Serves you right! Don't you know that if you provoke Lu Man, you won't have a good ending!"

She even advised Lu Man, "Lu Man, when you start going to the school, if you have anything, just find Zhuofeng. He's a bit of a bully, he might be lacking in other talents, but he is such a bully that no one dares to provoke him."

"…" Reluctant to help Lu Man, Han Zhuofeng tried to protest. "Grandma, I go there to study, why do you make it sound like I go collect ransom from people."

"It's the same thing," the Old Madam said nonchalantly.

Han Zhuofeng: "…"

It was no way the same thing, alright!

The Old Madam then instructed Han Zhuofeng. "Zhuofeng, take care of Lu Man in school, don't let others bully her."

Han Zhuofeng pursed his lips unhappily. "Grandma, Lu Man is older than me, and in her class, she's the oldest. How can someone bully her? This isn't kindergarten. Anyway, didn't you see Lu Man's prowess in the entertainment circle? Who can bully her!"

"Young brat, why are you so rude!" The Old Madam was so angry that she wanted to hit him.

Han Zhuofeng saw Lu Man was sitting next to the Old Madam and saw that she had no intention of stopping Old Madam Han from hitting him.

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