Su Qiao was smiling throughout the whole process. He pulled the vigilant Chu Yihan in front of each painting, explained his original intention of painting this picture, and greeted people politely.
Surprisingly, when Su Qiao went out for some fresh air that day, he saw Su Yunxia outside the gallery, hesitating and looking in the direction of the gallery with a look of hesitation.
At this moment, she was no longer like before, wearing the new school uniform exclusive to girls' schools and looking at Su Qiao with pride. She was wearing a cheongsam, heavy makeup, and a worldly smell.
The beige hat on his head covered half of his face, and he looked up in the direction of the gallery from time to time.
Su Qiao had no interest in her and turned to go in, but was seen by the sharp-eyed Su Yunxia.
"sister… "
Su Qiao ignored her and didn't even turn his head.
"Sister, wait a minute."
Su Yunxia became anxious, and quickly pulled up the hem of her cheongsam and ran over to block her way.
The smell of cheap perfumed powder filled her nose. Su Qiao covered her nose in disgust and took a step back: "Who is your sister?"
Whoever gives you milk is your mother
That also depends on whether she is willing to be the scapegoat.
"Miss, please don't make random acquaintances, or you'll get scolded."
Su Yunxia blushed, she was angry.
"Sister, I don't believe you can't recognize me. I know I was wrong before, but no matter what, we are sisters. You and I are from the same mother. You can't just watch me and my mother suffer in a place like Xianle Mansion, right?"
Su Qiao found it a little funny.
In this world, there are people who can take it for granted that others should give to them.
Some people always take themselves too seriously.
"Oh, why are you talking to me about sisters at this time? When you found someone to rely on before, weren't you afraid that I would get you into trouble, so you wanted to sever ties with me the first thing you did?"
"From that time on, I had no relatives, no sisters, no mother, and I lived only for myself."
"But… "
Su Yunxia was about to talk about the miserable situation she and her mother were in, but Su Qiao didn't want to hear it at all and interrupted her with his hand: "No buts, this path is your own choice."
"Don't think I don't know what you said to Chu Qingyun. I didn't bother you because of our previous relationship. Otherwise, do you think you can still stand here and breathe?"
If it weren't for her, Chu Qingyun wouldn't have known her true identity so quickly, and she wouldn't have been exposed so quickly.
"Also, going to a place like the Immortal Palace was your own choice. No one forced you."
Students like her could find a job to support themselves even if they stopped going to school.
And her mother was less than 40 years old. She could have supported herself by pasting paper boxes, washing clothes, or working as a servant for a wealthy family. But they enjoyed a very good life and only thought about getting something for nothing.
Oh, now that she's back and you know she's capable, you want to come and join her again and continue living the life of a rich lady or a young lady as before
Do you really think she is a saint
"I..." Su Yunxia didn't expect that she knew that she had told Chu Qingyun the secret. Her face turned pale and she couldn't say anything for a while.
"Don't come looking for me in the future, otherwise, don't blame me for being heartless."
After leaving behind a murderous remark, Su Qiao turned around and was about to enter the gallery.
Seeing how heartless she was, Su Yunxia suddenly exploded and shouted, "Su Qiao, are you really that heartless?"
"Even if you don't care about me, don't you care about your own mother?"
"What kind of hero are you?"
Many people outside were secretly giving her a thumbs up, saying that she did a great job and that she was a hero.
But a person like this doesn't even care about his own mother. What's the use of having such great abilities