Su Qiao kept smiling throughout. She pulled the wary Chu Yihan from one painting to the next, explaining the original inspiration behind each piece while politely greeting everyone.
Unexpectedly, when Su Qiao went outside the art gallery for some fresh air that day, she saw Su Yunxia standing outside, hesitating and staring toward the gallery.
At that moment, she no longer looked like she had before, wearing the new-style uniform unique to the girls' school and casting arrogant sidelong glances at Su Qiao. She was dressed in a cheongsam, her face covered in heavy makeup, and exuded a worldly air.
A beige hat covered half her face, and every now and then, she raised her head to glance toward the art gallery.
Su Qiao had no interest in her and turned to go back inside. Unexpectedly, Su Yunxia spotted her with her sharp eyes.
"Sis..."
Su Qiao ignored her completely without even turning her head.
"Sis, wait."
Su Yunxia panicked. She quickly lifted the hem of her cheongsam and ran over to block Su Qiao's path.
The overpowering smell of cheap scented powder assaulted her nose. Su Qiao disgustedly covered her nose and even took a step back. "Who's your sister?"
Was she the kind of person who treated whoever fed her as her mother?
That also depended on whether she was willing to be the sucker.
"Miss, don't go around claiming relatives. Be careful, or you might get scolded."
Su Yunxia's face flushed red, furious at the remark.
"Sis, I don't believe you can't recognize me. I know I was wrong before, but no matter what, we're still sisters. We have the same mother. You can't really just stand by and watch me and Mother suffer in a place like Xianle Mansion, can you?"
Su Qiao found it somewhat