"I can stop ignoring him, but my relationship with Uncle Zheng's family was wiped out..."

Uncle Zheng's face changed, and then he said awkwardly: "Feifan, if you don't want to forgive him, just pretend that I didn't say anything."

"I'm reckless and talkative..."

Seeing Uncle Zheng leaving the private room in a little embarrassed manner, Aunt Tian, ​​sitting beside him, curled her lips with some contempt.

"This guy really treats himself as a character? He has never taken the initiative to compensate him. Why is he treating him as a big clove of garlic?"

Yan Ziruo chuckled: "Uncle Zheng is also a enthusiastic person. However, he only thinks of a person who has no principles to calm down."

Aunt Tian snorted: "A good person is a bad person, and the things he mediates are always the most common of the good people."

At this moment, Yan Feifan's cell phone rang.

It was Yu Youlian’s call.

"Fairy, the old dean passed away, at 2:30 p.m.."

Yu Youlian said slowly on her phone: "The weather in Beijing is good today, and the old dean is basking in the sun in front of the floor-to-ceiling window."

"Later, his son came over and asked him if he wanted to drink water, and he realized that he had left."
Chapter completed!