Han Xiuchen would not forcefully ponder things that could not be understood.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up and followed the bodyguard to the parking lot and came to the black car.

He opened the door of the back seat and sat directly on it. Han Xiuchen looked at Nangong Yun who had just gotten in the car not long ago and asked directly: "Does Miss Nangong know me?"

When Nangong Yun heard Han Xiuchen's words, she smiled and introduced herself: "I am Nangong Caier's mother, my daughter and your son are classmates."

Hearing Nangong Yun's words, Han Xiuchen nodded immediately.

Well, if she knew that she was nothing strange.

After all, those who can go to school in this kindergarten are either rich or noble. Nangong Yun’s daughter can go to school here, and she also has bodyguards when she goes out, which means that her background is also very difficult.

So it is very easy for her to know who she is through her son.

After all, in order to be harmonious, I have not covered up my information in this ordinary person's life.

Thinking of it, he planned to say hello to Nangong Yun.

This is the first time we met, and we have officially met each other now.

However, before he could say hello, Han Xiuchen was stunned again and subconsciously asked Nangong Yun: "Miss Nangong, could it be that my boy bullying your daughter?"

Although her son and her daughter were classmates, Han Xiuchen did not think she would deliberately investigate her daughter's classmates' parents, family and background.

With the noble temperament she felt from Nangong Yun, she had no need to do such a small thing.

But she actually knew that she was the little guy's father, which was worth pondering.

This may very likely mean that his son bullied the little girl from Nangong Yun’s family in this kindergarten.

As the little girl's mother, she couldn't sit still.

But as an adult, she couldn't find a little kid to vent her anger.

So naturally I found myself...

When Nangong Yun heard Han Xiuchen's words, she asked him with interest: "Is it true that in Mr. Han's heart, the young master is a naughty little brat?"

"A little brat who is only over three years old is a naughty age."

Han Xiuchen shrugged and started talking.

But I felt a little relieved.

Because since Nangong Yun did not nod clearly and did not have any hostility when speaking, this means that his guess is wrong.

Nangong Yun came to him not because her son might have bullied her daughter in the kindergarten, but because she had other things.

"My Cai'er talks about your son every day, and my girl talks about Mr. Ling with a smile on her lips. It can be seen that Mr. Ling is not as naughty as you say."

Nangong Yun's slender fingers crossed together, and she said to Han Xiuchen with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

As Han Xiuchen imagined, she had never investigated her daughter's classmate before.

Because she sent her daughter to study in the kindergarten to make some playmates so that she won’t be so lonely and bored.

But it is not like other people with bad intentions who send their daughters and sons to any special kindergartens, just to form a network of relationships.

However, recently, I have often heard the name of Han Xiuchen's son from his daughter's mouth.

Because of a hint of worry about her daughter and a hint of curiosity in her heart, she went to investigate the little guy's background.

This way I learned who the little guy’s parents were and what background they had.

The reason why she came so early today was because she learned that Chen Hongzhuang sent Han Daolin to school at that time every day.

She planned to have a good chat with Shen Hongzhuang.

But I never thought that Chen Hongzhuang was indeed here today, and even Han Xiuchen and her sister came.

But when I went into the kindergarten to ask some people to explain something, Han Xiuchen's sister and wife left.

I can only talk to Han Xiuchen.

Looking at Nangong Yun who seemed to be teasing, Han Xiuchen suddenly couldn't help laughing softly.

He leaned against the seat and asked Nangong Yun with a smile: "Miss Nangong, aren't you worried that my child and your daughter will fall in love early, right? I don't think you have to worry about anything at all. Even if my son is precocious, he will probably have to be in his teens to understand these things.

He is only over three years old and doesn't know even when he is four years old. How could he fall in love early? Maybe he and your daughter have become good friends in kindergarten, so your daughter only mentions my son's name in your ear every few days."

When Nangong Yun heard this, she looked at Han Xiuchen deeply and said, "I never worry about these things. Today I just wanted to have a good chat with Mrs. Ling, but I never thought that Mrs. Ling had already left, so I could only talk to you in a vain way."

"So that's how it is."

Han Xiuchen suddenly realized something.

Then he turned his head slightly and looked at Nangong Yun and asked, "Or I would give you my wife's contact information, and you can contact my wife? One of us is a husband and the other is a wife. It is more or less inappropriate to get along with each other alone."

Speaking of this, Han Xiuchen glanced at the bodyguard outside who was five meters away from the car, and continued to complain: "And the current situation seems to be very easy to misunderstand."

"Mr. Han, don't worry, no one dares to slander my Nangong Yun's reputation. And with your ability, no one dares to slander you." Nangong Yun shook her head and said calmly.

But in the ordinary, invisibly, there is confidence in it.

Han Xiuchen heard what she said before, but when he heard what she said later, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he looked at Nangong Yun with some resentment and said, "Miss Nangong is really good at joking. My Han Xiuchen's reputation is now full of trouble."

Han Xiuchen didn't believe it. Since Nangong Yun investigated herself, it was impossible not to know the rumors spreading everywhere outside.

Although those are all rumors, they can't stand others' control and be careless.

Now I have a kind of yellow mud that makes me feel shit, either.

After all, my own rumors have already flown all over the sky and can't be stopped at all.

And the rumors that cannot be stopped may be understood by those who understand it a little.

But most people in this world can't understand it.

And there are also a large number of people who like to pretend to understand if they don’t.
Chapter completed!