Hearing them talk about her hairstyle, Ouyang Jiahui knew she was being ridiculed again. She stubbornly raised her head and said, "Miss, you're right. This is avant-garde, it's a trend. It's like truth, not everyone can understand it, only a few can truly appreciate it."
Ding Keke waved her hand but couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, "I can't accept this kind of trend."
Ouyang Jiahui's face turned red and then white from the laughter. She rolled up the car window, firmly refusing to get out of the car.
She arranged for Jenny to stay in the west wing, the room where Xu Xiangbei used to live. Jenny waved at Xu Xiangbei, "Landlord, come here, I have something to tell you."
Under the watchful eyes of Ding Keke and Ouyang Jiahui, to clear any suspicion of having improper intentions, Xu Xiangbei stood at the door, smiling, "Miss, if you need anything, just tell Nurse Ding over there."
