For someone like him, packing up a gift that had already been given and handing it back to the recipient was an obvious way of driving them out.
Sigh, he really had studied himself stupid—or perhaps stayed in the autopsy room too long and lost even this much awareness.
Su Qiao sighed but said nothing more.
If he did not understand, then so be it. It was not a big deal, anyway.
Du Muhan pointed toward the sofa, indicating that she should go over and sit down. "That Su Xiyan—is she your younger sister?"
"When did I ever have the right to be her sister?"
Su Qiao set the bag on the cabinet, carried over a glass of water, and dropped herself onto the sofa.
"She's the real daughter of the Su family. I was merely the child her parents brought back from the orphanage after she was abducted."
"Before I turned fifteen, I knew nothing. When I was fifteen, she was found, and there was no longer any place for me in the Su family. Later, I chose to go abroad to study."
"I just never expected that as soon as I returned and joined the bureau, I would run into her again. And she was still exactly the same as before, acting as though she wished I would disappear forever."
Who knew what was wrong with that woman's brain? She had been the one who got lost and suffered out there, yet after coming back, she blamed everything on the original host, convinced that the original host had stolen everything from her.
Du Muhan sat in the single-seat sofa to her left, his back to the balcony. Propping his chin on his hand, he gazed at her lazily. "What about Tao Junhui?"
Su Qiao raised her brows and