"Wasn't it said that she inherited her mother's Face-Con? How come she's different?"
Could it be that she really had no memories?
Could it be that, unlike him, she hadn't appeared halfway through life with memories?
With these doubts in mind, Ding Jihan waved, signaling one of his men, who had been following some distance behind, to continue after her.
As for himself, he didn't follow any farther, to avoid making Su Qiao resent him.
*
Su Qiao found a noodle shop in a small alley near home and ate a large bowl of noodles. Only then did she return home, satisfied.
After getting home, she immediately called someone over and had the locks on the house replaced.
Then, in no time at all, she packed up Su Ya Ni's luggage, paid a middle-aged man she knew who drove a motorcycle taxi, and had him deliver everything to the small courtyard rented by the Wu Family and hand it over to Su Yani.
Su Ya Ni looked at the two large bundles in the courtyard, feeling terribly aggrieved. Her eyes reddened again.
Her sister was actually being this heartless.
Was she really her biological sister?
The Wu Family's expressions turned even worse.
They had thought Su Qiao was merely throwing a tantrum, but it seemed she was actually serious.
Seeing the Wu Family's grim expressions, the bit of guilt in Su Ya Ni's heart—who was already somewhat angry—was quickly replaced by resentment.
She had only said a few things to her. Was there really any need to take it so seriously?
She had actually packed up all her luggage and sent it over as soon as she got home.
*Hmph, if she doesn't want to acknowledge me, then so be it. I refuse to believe that, if even a middle-school