“Xiaojun.”
Shang Xiaofei and Hai Ling greeted her.
“Xiaojun, why are you here now?”
Shang Xiaofei stepped forward and held Shen Xiaojun’s arm affectionately. Many people looked over and after recognizing Shen Xiaojun, some whispered.
“Isn’t that Mrs. Zhang’s niece? I haven’t seen her for a long time.”
“Mrs. Shang probably doesn’t know Miss Shen’s behavior when she’s drunk, so she dared to invite her over, and she’s not afraid that she’ll lie on the ground again like last time.”
“I heard that Miss Shen and Mrs. Shang’s niece are good friends, so it’s normal to invite her over.”
“Let’s stay away from her. It’s a joke for this kind of person to appear.”
Shen Xiaojun didn’t know that her appearance would attract so many criticisms, she asked Xiaofei: “Am I late? I see the time on the invitation letter, I’m still early.”
She greeted Hai Ling again, hugged Yang Yang again, and praised Hai Ling with a smile: “Sister Hai Ling, you are so handsome dressed like this today.”
“I don’t mind if you say I’m fat.”
Hai Ling can eat so much fat, and she can also calmly face the disgust of others, not afraid of others saying she is fat.
She’s been working hard to lose weight.
“I’m telling the truth. Sister Hailing is really rich. In the future, Sister Hailing will definitely become the richest woman in Guancheng. She’s so rich.”
Hearing Xiaojun’s praise, Hai Ling smiled and said, “You say that, I have the potential to be a rich woman.”
“I remember that Uncle Zheng said that Sister Hailing and Tongtong are both bitter before sweet.”
Holding Yangyang in his arms, Shen Xiaojun took his younger brother and followed Shang Xiaofei to the main room of the villa.
Shen Xiaofeng had met these sisters before. When these sisters were talking, it was difficult for him to intervene, so he silently acted as a small follower. He hoped that President Su would come over soon so that he could have a companion.
“Ring ring ring…”
Hai Ling’s cell phone rang.
She stopped and took out her mobile phone to look at the caller ID. It was a landline phone call.
“Who called? Is it from your ex-husband’s family again?”
Seeing Hai Ling’s hesitation, Shang Xiaofei asked with concern.
“I don’t know who it is, it’s a landline number.”
After hesitating for a while, Hai Ling still answered.
“Hai Ling, it’s me.”
Hai Ling: “…Hai Zhiming?”
“Is there something wrong?”
Hai Ling’s voice was a little colder.
Hai Zhiming laughed on the phone, “I heard that when you divorced, you received more than one million yuan from your husband.”