Duan Feng talked about the magazine on the phone, and now not only the Duan family and the Jun family have discovered the magazine, but now the magazine has spread among the upper class society in Kyoto.

"You and Xiao Ai don't get angry in a hurry, I'll handle the matter..."

"Mom, call me."

Duan Haochen, who went out in the morning, didn't know when he would come back.

Mu Wanqing gave the phone to her son, it was about Xiao Ai, he needed to know how his father was going to solve the problem.

"Dad, you don't have to do anything, everything is under control."

Duan Haochen was waiting for things to ferment to a certain extent.

Duan Feng listened to his son's words and instantly understood something

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"Then I won't care about this matter, and I'll see the results directly."

"Hmm."

Until the phone hung up, Mu Wanqing didn't understand what her son meant.

Isn't he worried about Xiao Ai at all?

Mu Wanqing was about to ask her son what the situation was, when she saw Uncle Zhang come in.

"Madam, Assistant Su's wife Zhao Li and daughter Su Ruxi are here and are waiting at the door."

Uncle Zhang especially dislikes these two people, and always has various reasons to run to Duan's house.

"What are they doing here, just say that there is something at home, let them go back."

How does Mu Wanqing feel that Zhao Li is becoming more and more diligent when she comes to her house.

Zhang Bo was just about to go out to send someone, but Duan Haochen stopped him:

"Uncle Zhang, let them in."

Uncle Zhang didn't know why, so he looked at Mu Wanqing, whether he invited someone in or sent someone away.

Although Mu Wanqing didn't know what medicine her son sold in the gourd, she believed that her son must have his reason.

"Listen to Haochen."

After Uncle Zhang brought the people in, he went out himself.

"Hello Auntie."

As soon as Su Ruxi came in, she called sweetly, and then nodded at Ye Xiaoai, which was regarded as a greeting.

Then he looked at Duan Haochen a little shyly, and shouted sweetly: "Brother Haochen." ”

Hearing this tone made Ye Xiaoai goosebumps.

Mu Wanqing was already immune, but compared with Ye Xiaoai, she also felt uncomfortable.

And Duan Haochen still didn't look at Su Ruxi, but sat down next to Ye Xiaoai, and by the way, took an orange on the coffee table and began to peel it.

Zhao Li stepped forward and smiled:

"Sister Mu is really getting better and better." The tone is very intimate.

"Yes, it's all thanks to our Xiao Ai."

Although Mu Wanqing was very unhappy with what the other party called her, she didn't show it on her face, and praised Ye Xiaoai by the way.

"Mother Duan, I was relieved to hear someone praise you for becoming beautiful."

Ye Xiaoai answered at the right time, she didn't feel anything, anyway, Mu Wanqing herself was because of the skin care products she sent, and her skin would be much better than before.

Zhao Li and Su Ruxi listened, and they couldn't help but slander in their hearts: What does this look good have to do with this country girl?

One is shameless and boastful, and the other is also faceless and skinless.

Su Ruxi was about to say something, but her hand was pinched by Zhao Li, and the words that came to her mouth were swallowed again.

Zhao Li laughed at first, and then suddenly looked at Ye Xiaoai with a worried face.

Shaking his head and sighing, his expression is very colorful.

Mu Wanqing really can't stand it, this performance is too clumsy.

"If you have something to say, you can't say it directly."

Zhao Li sighed again before she spoke:

"Now it is rumored in Kyoto that Miss Xiao Ai can only participate in the competition by relying on the Duan family to go through the back door, and the results of the competition are not satisfactory."

Zhao Li happened to see the magazine thrown into the trash out of the corner of her eye, and she had the bottom in her heart: it seems that the matter is true, otherwise she would not throw things into the trash in anger.

"Alas, I also heard from others, you said that this thing is troublesome, it is really ...... Alas......"

The meaning of Zhao Li's words is that what is spread outside is true, and she still looks both heartbroken and deeply sympathetic.