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Chapter 87


He’s our Savior

Wen Jianmin looked at the child under the light and was a little annoyed. He put down his phone, stood up, and left the office in frustration.

As Wen mo got off the stage, a few of his classmates swarmed around him and ruffled his hair. They could not bear to part with his trophy and were all congratulating him.

Wen Mo’s smile was a little shy, and he seemed to be at a loss for what to do. Wen Qiao went forward and thanked the students on his behalf, then said, ” laihua garden, I’ll treat you guys to a meal to celebrate our Little Mo.

The students were overjoyed, and the group of people surrounded Wen mo as they walked out.

Wen Chi was acting all high and mighty as he walked, as if he had won the grand prize. He was even more smug than Wen mo.

As soon as he left the Cultural Center, he saw a large group of reporters swarming up from the entrance. Each of them was holding a camera in their hands, and the flashes were coming one after another. Even the microphones were pointed in front of Wen Mo’s face.

The reporters were like hungry wolves that had seen their prey, their eyes shining.

Hello, you’re the champion of this year’s Olympic Mathematics Competition in the youth group, Wen mo, right? ”

“I heard you’re autistic.”

“May I ask what your family’s education is like?”

“May I know which one of your parents is here?”

One after another, they were bombarded with questions. They were surrounded so tightly that not even a drop of water could escape. The flashes were so bright that Wen mo could not open his eyes.

Wen Chi’s anger flared up at once,”where are you reporters from?” Who asked you to come? I’m not accepting any interviews. Move aside.”

Wen Qiao reached out to hold Wen mo in her arms, shielding him from the reporters who were desperately trying to shove their microphones into his mouth.

“Get out of the way, all of you, get out of the way.”

As she hugged Wen mo, she also reminded Wen Chi not to get into a physical conflict with the reporters.

When these unscrupulous reporters took some photos and videos, Wen Chi would be pushed to the forefront of the storm.

She protected Wen mo with one hand and pulled Wen Chi with the other as they walked to the intersection with difficulty. Su Yun reached out and blocked the reporters with difficulty.”We don’t accept interviews.”

I heard that Wen mo has autism. He can’t speak, right? ”

“You’re a parent, right? How do you educate children with autism?”

“Won’t this kind of child be particularly difficult to educate? Did you suffer a lot as family members?”

A black Maybach was parked by the side of the road. Fu Nanli thought he had seen it wrong, but instead, he saw that the person being chased by a group of reporters with their cameras on their shoulders was Wen Qiao.

The chauffeur scoffed, and Wen Qiao saw her Savior.

“Get in the car.” Fu Nanli reached out to open the door. Wen Qiao hurriedly put her arms around Wen mo, pushed away the reporters crowding around them, and got into the car, with Su Yun and Wen Chi following closely behind.

Wen Chi sat in the front passenger seat while four people sat in the back seat.

Wen Qiao squeezed herself to Fu Nanli’s side, looking worriedly at Wen mo, who had his eyes lowered and was trembling a little. Little Mo, are you alright? ”

Wen mo did not speak, as if he could not hear her voice.

The reporters were like zombies surrounding the city, leaning against the car windows. Fu Nanli instructed the chauffeur to drive off in a deep voice.

“Young master, are you still going to the banquet?”

“Let’s send them back first,”

“Yes.”

The car sped along the wide road, and Wen Qiao looked at Wen mo worriedly. “Little Mo, are you okay?”

Wen mo grabbed Wen Qiao’s hand tightly, trying his best to calm down the fear in his heart caused by the sudden appearance of this person. Not wanting to let his sister worry was the only motivation that supported him to overcome his psychological barrier.

He looked up at Wen Qiao and held her hand tightly.

“You don’t have to worry about those people, understand?”

Wen mo nodded with all his might.

“What happened to Yingluo?” His large hand suddenly held her small hand.

Wen Qiao was shocked. Her mother was sitting right beside her, and she wanted to pull it out.

The man was strong and did not allow her to retreat at all. He held her hand tightly.
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