"Whether it's bad or not depends on who is killed."
Then, she warned Su Qiao: "However, we should be careful recently. We might get involved in something and get implicated by others."
"Yeah." Su Qiao nodded.
Host, if they knew that the murderer was you, do you think they would be scared to death
Su Qiao did not reply.
Because Sister Jin is here.
She came not for any other reason, but because she wanted Su Qiao to be a temporary teacher in the club, to teach the dancing girls in the club and help them create some distinctive dances.
When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Su Qiao still needs this identity now, so he has to take up the position immediately.
If a new dance was to be created, new dance costumes would definitely be needed. Su Qiao thought about it and casually drew two design drafts for Sister Jin, asking her to give them to the tailor to make.
Sister Jin didn't say anything. She just waved her hand, took the money, and asked someone to do it.
The club was unusually quiet during the day, and there was no need to make room for dancing, as it was located in the large ballroom.
The dancing girls were all very well behaved in front of Su Qiao and no one dared to retort.
Firstly, no one dared to disobey Sister Jin's words. Secondly, Su Qiao's dancing was indeed much better than theirs, and she was willing to teach. They were so happy that they couldn't wait to learn. How could they not work hard
During this time, Chu Yihan came, but seeing that she was busy, he did not disturb her. He just ordered lunch for her, looked at her for a while, and then left.
In the afternoon, Su Qiao had just sat down in the private room and wanted to take a break while letting others practice for a while, when Sister Jin came over.
"Little Joe."
"Sister Jin."
Seeing that she was sweating profusely, even her hair was wet, Sister Jin glanced at Yingzi who was standing on the edge of the dance floor twisting and turning with the dancers, and ordered in a cold voice: "Yingzi, what are you doing there? Hurry up and bring a towel to your young lady."
"Oh, all right."
Yingzi reacted and quickly ran to the dressing room backstage.
Sister Jin sat opposite Su Qiao, looking at her with concern and a bit of reproach: "You are so busy and sweating, and you don't pay attention. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Su Qiao wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'll show them two more times later, then I'll go take a hot bath. Sister Jin, is there something you want to talk to me about?"
"Yes, there is something."
Sister Jin turned her head and glanced at the dancers practicing over there. She didn't say anything right away, but asked her maid to bring two cups of tea over. Then she said, "Come, let's talk while we drink tea."
Host, this woman must be up to something bad.
Su Qiao lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea.
No matter whether you have bad intentions or not, they are useless in front of fists.
Sister Jin looked at the girl in front of her, who looked delicate and pretty even without any makeup, and couldn't help but sigh that she was really old.
Back then, when she followed Mr. Zhu San, she was only eighteen years old. Even without any makeup, her skin was fair and translucent, her eyes were clear, and she was as young as a flower.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed and she is already thirty-five or thirty-six years old.
But after so many years, she still hasn't made it big and couldn't even get into the Zhu Mansion.
It’s all fate!
That little bitch Tang Meina, relying on her relationship with Mr. Zhu San, dared to act wildly over her, but in the end, wasn't she still unable to enter the Zhu Mansion
Sister Jin sighed in her heart and put down the teacup.
"Xiao Qiao, no matter what we women do, our goal is nothing more than to have a good home and to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of our lives. Do you think this is right or wrong?"