Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

As soon as she got off the plane, she received a call from Nie Mi.

Qiao Nian pulled down his peaked cap and walked out of the airport. He picked up the phone and said, "Hey, Mr. Nie. What do you want from me?"

"I just wanted to say that on Weibo, well done!"

Nie Mi sounded happy.

"If you hadn't fought back quickly and swiftly, the school and I wouldn't have known how to explain the dirty water thrown by the organizer."

Qiao Nian was confused after hearing this, her thick black eyelashes drooping down, her fingers holding the phone, trying to figure out how to answer him.

I heard Nie Mi continue to ask her in a happy tone: "By the way, the International Arranger Competition's main committee has returned the first place to you. The person in charge of the organizer even called me specifically to tell me I apologize and let me convey my apology on his behalf. What do you think we will do next?"

Qiao Nian has already walked to the side of the road.

Seeing a long line of taxis parked outside the airport, I walked to the nearest car, opened the door, got in, and said to the driver: "Master, go to Laiyin Apartment."

"Okay." The driver quickly turned the steering wheel and turned the car around in the direction she said.

Qiao Nian Leng opened the car window halfway with her hands, letting in the breeze from outside to clear her mind. Then she organized her words and said to Nie Mi: "The Weibo you are talking about was not posted by me."

She told Nie Mi about Ye Wangchuan asking her for the Weibo account password before getting on the plane.

Then he put his hands on his legs and continued very lazily: "Send me what the International Arranging Competition Chairman Committee sent you on WeChat. I will take a look and give you a reply."

At the end, Qiao Nian did not forget to politely add: "Do you think it's okay?"

"Of course." Nie Mi understood from her few words and agreed without saying a word: "Just wait for me and I will send it to you."

He said and hung up the phone first.

Qiao Nian took the phone away, opened WeChat, looked up someone's profile picture, and sent him a message.

Her message was just sent successfully.

On the other end, Nie Mi had already sorted out all the emails and responses to the international arrangement competition and sent them over.

Qiao Nian happened to take advantage of the car ride to click on it and take a look.

She reads things very quickly, almost at a glance, and it only took her five or six minutes to read through the long list of emails and communication replies that Nie Mi sent her.

After reading it, Qiao Nian raised her eyelids slightly and her black and white eyes were a little cold. She did not rush to answer Nie Mi. Instead, she logged on to Weibo and Instagram and looked online.

The reaction online was more intuitive than the email Nie Mi showed her.

Especially on Instagram.

The emails replying to Nie Mi and Qingda University that were posted on the official website of the International Arranging Competition half a day ago are still there and have not been deleted. As long as you click on the comments and look down, you can see a lot of rhythmic comments mocking the people of Z. Can't afford to lose.

"Tsk!" Qiao Nian's cold eyes became darker and darker when he saw those obviously discriminatory comments, almost bursting into flames.

How arrogant must these people be to admit their mistakes but still not delete the ridiculous posts they posted on Instagram.

Do they think that as long as the stolen first place is returned, she, Qingda, and Mr. Nie will happily accept it and enjoy themselves as if nothing happened?

Who gave them the confidence to position themselves so high?

Qiao Nian has always had a bad temper. He almost raised his eyebrows, controlled his temper and lowered his eyes while editing and sending out the message. He happened to be forwarding the official news of the International Arranging Competition on Instagram.