Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"I don't want to hear this!" Jiang Li interrupted him impatiently and walked inside: "Just tell me whether you can solve this matter and how to solve it."

Director Li told Mu Yiyi how he had gone to delete Weibo, and also gave Mu Yiyi a solution.

Finally, he said to Jiang Li and Qiao Nian with a guilty look on his face: "I am sorry for you this time. Originally, Miss Qiao came to find you and helped me, but things ended up like this."

"Don't worry, I will find some connections to get Weibo to suppress the heat, and I won't let her continue to take advantage of Miss Qiao's popularity."

"But she doesn't want to apologize..." Director Li held his forehead and looked at the girls sitting there playing with their mobile phones, surrounded by girls who were messing around. He hesitated to say: "If I really asked her to come over and apologize to your sister, she would probably It’s just a perfunctory remark, and it will make you even more disgusted..."

Jiang Li felt uncomfortable thinking about that scene. With a dark face, he was preparing to contact his family to teach Mu Yiyi a lesson.

In addition, he is also planning to find a public relations person in the circle to take care of Mu Yiyi.

It's not for nothing that he has been in the circle for so long. He knows many top-notch connections, at least people like Mu Yiyi who are beyond reach.

Qiao Nian finished replying to the message at hand, raised her head, revealing a beautiful oval face with a clear jaw, and her eyes were as cold as the moon: "Did she herself say not to delete Weibo?"

Director Li was stunned for a moment when he saw her face that was worthy of being in the entertainment industry. He immediately came to his senses, shook his head and said, "She didn't say that directly, but to put it bluntly, that's what she meant."

"She said she can come down and apologize to you, but it's hard to delete Weibo. After all, she has already posted it. If she deletes Weibo again, fans will make a fuss."

In fact, how can fans care whether you delete Weibo or not? How can artists be led by fans?

Mu Yiyi just doesn’t delete Weibo!

Qiao Nian, who was not a member of the circle, understood the twists and turns in Director Li's words. He supported his chin with a cold white hand, and his dark eyelashes drooped slightly to cover his eyes. There was an aura about him that was not easy to mess with: "Very good."

Is this okay?

Director Li couldn't understand the young man's brain circuit for a moment, so he turned his head and looked at Jiang Li, his eyes asking him, 'What's going on?'

When Jiang Li saw Qiao Nian's annoyed expression, he knew that Mu Yiyi's behavior had successfully attracted her attention.

But he was even more angry that Mu Yiyi deliberately posted a clarification on Weibo afterwards and continued to rubbish: "What could happen? Someone is going to be unlucky!"

Director Li turned to look at Qiao Nian: "You said your sister wants to take care of..."

Director Li frowned again: "She doesn't work in the entertainment industry. This should be left to professionals. I'll find connections first to reduce the heat..."

He was afraid that Qiao Nian would break up with Mu Yiyi rashly. Mu Yiyi was good at hype, and Qiao Nian would suffer.

Who would have thought that when Jiang Li saw that Qiao Nian wanted to take care of this matter, he became less impatient. He pressed his shoulder and told him not to rush to the phone: "It's okay. She is more professional than us in reducing the heat."

Director Li is still in the "you are teasing me" expression.

Qiao Nian had already stood up, pulled out his chair, walked in front of the two of them, slightly raised his eyelids and asked Jiang Li, "Do you have a computer?"

"Yes." Jiang Li pulled out his laptop from his suitcase and handed it over: "Here, it's my game notebook."

Qiao Nian weighed it in his hand. It was not light, so he clicked his tongue and said, "Okay, I'll borrow it."

She took her notebook and walked to the special office area of ​​the suite to sit down. She put her phone on the table, crossed her legs, opened Jiang Li's notebook and started cleaning it...