A daughter who had been lost at the age of five—and whom they had never even looked for all these years—what affection could they possibly have for her?
They had even sold off the younger daughter they had raised themselves for the sake of their future and a gambling son. How could those two old fools possibly be good people?
Su Qiao had originally thought the two of them had come begging for money, but she had never expected them to have an ulterior motive.
Shen Jianhao still hadn't been arrested? Su Qiao was a little curious.
Pei Zhuoyun's people still hadn't found the list of goods Shen Jianhao had shipped north, but they should be close.
A cold glint flashed through Su Qiao's eyes.
"So you mean I should leave him right now, stay far away from him, and never see him again?"
The moment Su Qiao said this, the elderly couple was dumbfounded.
"Th-that's not exactly what we meant..." Wu Fenglan stammered.
Su Zhongyun hurriedly picked up the conversation. "It's not that urgent. To avoid angering him, you can slowly distance yourself from him."
Wu Fenglan quickly chimed in, "That's right, slowly distance yourself from him. After all, he's ruthless and vicious. If you provoke him, I'm afraid you'll end up like your younger sister."
Su Qiao sneered inwardly.
"I'd rather not. If we're going to cut ties, we should do it cleanly and cut them off directly."
"I can leave Haishi and develop somewhere else."
When she heard this, Wu Fenglan panicked. "No, no..."
Su Qiao stared coldly at the two anxious people. "Why not?"
"Haishi is such a good place, and you're doing so well here. It would be such a shame for you to leave just like that."
Su Zhongyun reacted quickly, as expected of