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Rong Dai nodded. She had been focusing on the design draft during this period and did not pay attention to Shi Ning's developments.
I didn¡¯t expect that the other party would play such a trick. Although it was not true, Shi Ning¡¯s goal was achieved.
The methods she knew in her previous life are of no use here.
Shi Ning is much better than her in terms of popularity and status and background, but here, ever since the original owner low-key married Huo Shaoting, she has been hacked all the way to the end.
So no matter what she did, said, or even breathed, it was all wrong.
She originally wanted to wait until she returned from participating in the Fashion Wings competition in May, and Mulanxiang was "gold-plated" before she started to fight back.
But the plan couldn¡¯t keep up with the changes, because she underestimated Shi Ning.
"Go home first and leave the other things to me."
¡°My husband will give you a sample first, and then you will know the rules and methods of doing things in this world.¡±
Seeing the change in her eyes, Huo Shaoting hugged her tightly, kissed her hair and whispered words of encouragement.
Rong Dai forced a smile, and then secretly left the Huo Mansion under the escort of bodyguards and returned to Washington Mountain City.
After Rong Dai returned home, she took a shower first, and then completed today¡¯s homework ahead of schedule according to her daily schedule.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Huo Shaoting had not come back yet. He only called her and asked her to have dinner first.
There is a chef at home, so Rong Dai doesn¡¯t have to cook it herself. After a few simple bites, she holds her notebook on the sofa and reads the curses of netizens on Weibo.
Because of Ji Zheng¡¯s special status and the editing issues of the short video, she became a ¡°scheming girl¡± in the comments of netizens.
Rong Dai just wanted to laugh. If she was really a scheming girl, would she be so passive in her situation?
She was scrolling through Weibo when she received a WeChat message from Huo Shaoting.
The message has only three words: read Weibo.
She checked Weibo, and the news was still her news.
She replied, and Qiao Wanzhou's call came in immediately.
"Sister Wanzhou."
"Open the door, I'm at your door."
Qiao Wanzhou spoke, and Rong Dai quickly stood up to take a look. Sure enough, they were the couple outside the courtyard door.
"Where did your domineering attitude when you were filming in the film and television city go? You were bullied like this by Shi Ning?"
As soon as she walked in, Qiao Wanzhou gave her an irony-filled look.
Rong Dai could only smile bitterly. During this time, she was studying, designing, and also participating in the company's operations.
These things alone already kept her busy. How could she still be in the mood to care about Shi Ning's life and death?
"Zhouzhou, that's just acting. In reality, Xiaodai can't use those methods in movies and TV dramas to deal with people, right?"
Zhou Jing reluctantly reminded his wife.
His leg injury is recovering well, but he still needs a cane.
"Shut your mouth, what is a disabled person doing here?"
Qiao Wanzhou glared at him, and then asked his assistant to bring a lot of souvenirs in and put them away: "They are all for you, use them if you like them, and give them away if you don't like them."
Rong Dai poured water for the couple, and when she saw the gifts there, she felt a little helpless: "Thank you, it actually doesn't cost so much."
Qiao Wanzhou took the water and took a sip, stroking her slightly bulging belly with one hand: "Is spending money on you a gift called spending money?"
"When this comes out of my house, it will cost you money. You, the godmother, won't be able to escape."
Rong Dai smiled, looked at her belly enviously, and asked cautiously: "Can I touch it?"
"Why not?" Qiao Wanzhou raised his eyebrows, put down the water glass, put his hands on his lower back, and said proudly: "Come on!" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com