She looked utterly composed. "People ought to keep their feet on the ground. Someone who only dreams of marrying into a wealthy family and relying on others won't get anywhere. Haven't you heard? Rely on a mountain, and the mountain collapses; rely on a pig, and the pig runs away."
Wasn't it "Rely on a mountain, and the mountain collapses; rely on a person, and the person runs away"? 444 was a bit obsessive-compulsive.
Su Qiao asked expressionlessly, "Is he a person?"
"..."
Could she really insult people like that?
There was some real skill to it. Mm, worth studying and learning from.
Although someone had died at Xianle Mansion last night, the Police Station had already closed the case, so Xianle Mansion was still bustling with noise and excitement tonight. It hadn't been affected in the slightest.
Apparently, the victim's family had admitted that they had forced their daughter to become someone's concubine, and she had jumped from the building because she couldn't bear it. The whole matter was like a drop of water falling into a lake—not even a splash had been made.
A life had vanished just like that, as though a stray cat or dog had died by the roadside. Perhaps it was even worth less than a stray cat!
In this world, money and reputation were sometimes more important than life.
Because of this incident, and because she still hadn't found a chance to kill Third Master Zhu, Su Qiao was feeling somewhat annoyed.
"Miss, you must be tired from singing. Have some water to soothe your throat."
After singing two songs, Su Qiao went backstage to the dressing room to rest. Yingzi promptly brought her a cup of warm tea.
Su Qiao didn't know what the girl had been thinking. When she came over,