Chapter 611 (1/2)

Although Du Qiaoyun, who knows why others don't come to her door, is embarrassed, it's better than before. Is it better than others that they don't like her?

It seems that she still has to marry Xie Zhifeng as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a lot of embarrassing things in the future, but is it suitable for them to get married just because they are in such an awkward state every day?

Although these people didn't come to the door according to the etiquette, they were still trying their best to show her kindness, which was enough. It proved that she had succeeded in trying to get into the aristocratic circle before.

Other people in Xie's family are inconvenient to visit, and other people's families don't invite her every day. Moreover, as she is now, some banquets will not be invited at all.

In order to maintain these hard won contacts and continue to earn money, Du Qiaoyun decided to reopen the women's guild hall as soon as possible.

Du Qiaoyun is now a little lucky that Mrs. Zhao has made such a stupid move to burn the women's guild hall. If the other party doesn't, her business with the Zhao family can't be separated at all. She not only has to share half of her hard-earned money with the Zhao family, but also has to endure Mrs. Zhao's endless difficulties and endless tricks.

Now it's much easier for her to break up with the Zhao family. Maybe her own guild hall is not as good as the money she made from her partnership with Zhao LAN. After all, some people must have come to curry favor with the Zhao family. Now her business is drawing a clear line with the Zhao family. It's certain that those who have other plans will no longer send money to the door.

Compared with the disadvantages of cooperation with the Zhao family, this loss is not worth mentioning at all.

After Du Qiaoyun had the idea of reopening the women's guild hall, he energetically wrote the rules and put aside all the previous worries. The lights in her room stayed on all night.

Meanwhile, Han Qi went to the kitchen to pick up a bottle of wine and knocked on Xie Zhifeng's door.

”Who?” Xie Zhifeng, who had just changed his medicine, heard someone knocking at the door and asked in a deep voice.

”Hanky.”