"Speaking out loud? I'll tear her mouth off and see if she dares to speak out loud again!"
As expected, Hu Xuanling, who was already extremely angry, became even more furious after hearing Sister Ye's words. She was about to rush forward with her teeth bared, but was stopped by He Xianrou who came up behind her.
He Xianrou grabbed Hu Xuanling's arm with great effort and advised, "Sister Ling, things are not clear yet, don't be angry yet. She is just a new stylist. I don't know her face. She has never done your makeup before. There may be some misunderstanding, or someone may have told her. Let me ask her. Don't be anxious yet, don't get angry and make others laugh."
Although He Xianrou's words did not have a clear direction, they unexpectedly calmed Hu Xuanling down.
After all, no matter how angry she was, she was not blind and there was no way she couldn't see Xia Wan'er sitting aside watching the show.
Hu Xuanling snorted coldly, stared at Xiaoya and asked, "Who told you to say these words?"
Xiaoya was so scared that she couldn't speak. She looked at Sister Ye hesitantly, but was hit back by the other party's cold knife.
"Teacher He, she must have seen those rumors on the Internet and believed them to be true and said them without hesitation." Sister Ye said quickly.
"Xiao Ye, don't talk." He Xianrou was not in a hurry. She reached out to ask her assistant to bring a tissue and then handed it to Xiaoya personally.
Seeing He Xianrou speaking for her and helping her get tissues, she quickly gave her a look of gratitude.
"What's your name?" He Xian said slowly.
Xiaoya sobbed, “Xiaoya.”
He Xianrou pulled her towards Xia Wan'er, patted her on the back gently, and said, "Don't cry, Xiaoya, I see you are only in your early twenties. My sister Ling is the best to talk, you just need to tell us who told you to say these words, or who told you these words. You are a newcomer, you just entered the industry and don't know anything, just speak out and correct it, no one will blame you."
Pingguo behind her quickly echoed: "Yes, Xiaoya, don't be afraid. Our teacher He is a very nice person. She will stand up for you. Just say it directly. Did anyone ask you to say this in front of teacher Hu?" After saying that, she deliberately glanced at Xia Wan'er.
The direction couldn't be more obvious.
Xiaoya wiped her tears and looked up timidly.
Sister Ye, who was standing next to Xia Wan'er, hurriedly moved aside and even staggered a bit.
Hearing the movement beside her, Xia Wan'er calmly picked up the water beside her and slowly drank it. She couldn't help but complain in her heart, why do some people just never learn from their mistakes
"Don't be afraid, Xiaoya." He Xianrou slowly placed her hand on her shoulder.
Xiaoya nodded and said in a tearful voice, "Sister Ye."
Sister Ye panicked and was about to make excuses.
"Why call me Sister Ye? There's no point calling me Mom Ye. Tell me who ordered you to do this!" Unexpectedly, Hu Xuanling came forward with a frown and said impatiently.
Xiaoya's tears flowed even more fiercely. She hid behind He Xianrou and said, "That's what Sister Ye said."
"Sister Ye?" Hu Xuanling frowned. When did Xia Wan'er change her surname to Ye
He Xianrou obviously didn't expect Xiaoya to be so rude. She coldly stopped Sister Ye who was retreating to the door and said, "Xiaoye, are you spreading rumors?"
Seeing that her face was really gloomy, Sister Ye hurriedly returned to Xia Wan'er's back and said, "Teacher He, I don't know anything. I was just styling Teacher Xia's hair."
"You, do her styling?" A hint of surprise flashed in He Xianrou's eyes.
Pingguo beside her hurriedly shouted, "No way, Xiaoye, didn't you say that you would only style our teacher He? And isn't this Xiaoya in charge of teacher Xia? Why, teacher Xia's hair is more precious, so it takes two stylists to style it!"
(End of this chapter)