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After one owner raised his doubts, other owners also asked those who supported Guan Xiaoyue to post the house numbers where they wanted to live.

Some of them made a nonsense, and were immediately slapped in the face by the real owner, and the next moment they quit the group in despair.

Seeing this, Guan Xiaoyue completely withered and dared not say a word.

Some neighbors imitated his previous behavior and spoke eccentrically, but Guan Xiaoyue did not dare to refute.

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Zhan shouted happily and took a sip of tea. When he saw the helpers retreating from the group in despair, Mr. Zhan motioned for Zhan to stop without saying anything.

Zhan Buyan shook his sore wrist.

"Grandpa, my fingers are getting sparks while typing."

Zhan Xiucheng also looked at his old man eagerly.

"Dad, can you return my work permit to me?"

Mr. Zhan handed his work permit to Zhan Xiucheng.

Zhan Xiucheng had previously told about his acquaintance with Wen Rao, and Mr. Zhan's favorability towards Wen Rao continued to rise.

"Dad, how long are you going to test Wen Rao?" Zhan Xiucheng asked curiously.

Mr. Zhan glared, "Who said I was tested? I was just playing with them."

Zhan Xiucheng and Zhan Buyan said: "..." You are the boss!What you say is what you say!

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At home, Wen Rao had no idea that there was such a bloody turmoil in the group.

When she went downstairs to throw out trash, she met her second-floor neighbor.

The neighbor's sister saw that she was hesitant to speak, so she couldn't help but call her to stop.

"Xiao Wen, look, is this talking about you?"

The eldest sister showed Wen Rao the group message.

Wen Rao climbed up the stairs and read it, and suddenly laughed angrily.

Just tell that to the eldest sister on the second floor.

The eldest sister on the second floor also laughed.

"This woman thinks she can beat her up by pretending to be pitiful! She thinks everyone is as good as her! Her brother came to the door with a weapon and threatened him. How could he beg for mercy?"

The eldest sister on the second floor is also a generous person, and the woman who hates the smell of tea is the most annoying.

"Sister, can you bring me into the group?"

Wen Rao asked the eldest sister for permission.

"No problem." After the eldest sister invited Wen Rao into the group, Wen Rao thanked her and went upstairs with her cell phone.

After returning home, Wen Rao dove into the bedroom, edited a text and sent it out.

"I am the owner of 15-301. Do you need me to show all the evidence for the slander against that lady? You have one more chance to tell the whole story, including how your brother came to the door with a murder weapon and threatened! Before I show it You have one last chance before all the evidence is revealed!"

After Wen Rao finished speaking, Guan Xiaoyue panicked.

She originally thought of using moral kidnapping, but instead an old man appeared and beat her into a sieve.

Now that the owner herself is here, she has lost her previous arrogance.

Guan Xiaoyue immediately called Li Song.

"Songsong, what should I do? The owner has shown up. What if she has more evidence?"

Li Song also saw the message sent by Wen Rao, but he didn't have Wen Rao's WeChat account, so he didn't know that the person was Wen Rao.

"Xiaoyue, don't panic. If you do as I say, we still have a chance to turn around. Those keyboard warriors don't know what is right and wrong. They will sympathize with the weak. The more pitiful you are, the more they will help you."

"Okay...I'll listen to you."

Although Guan Xiaoyue has been hanging out with different men for many years, she has no clue when it comes to this kind of thing. Li Song has been following her mother since she was a child. Her mother is best at pretending to be pitiful and sympathetic to sow discord in the family group. It can be said that there have been ten fights in the family group. Nine times related to his mother, Li Song saw a lot.

Guan Xiaoyue hung up the phone and followed what Li Song taught her. She first found a photo of a sleeping pill bottle on the Internet and sent it to the group, and then posted a world-weary and pessimistic text.