What Kind of CEO? Isn't Street Vending Better? (71)
That man had some nerve bringing up what happened back then at a time like this. Wasn't he afraid of being called an ungrateful wretch and a scumbag for letting people jab their fingers at his spine and curse him?
Su Yunyang hadn't expected his daughter to have such a sharp tongue, much less be so impolite to him.
"No, that's not what I meant. I just thought that with that money, you and your mother should have been able to live pretty well. I didn't expect you to drop out because you couldn't afford school, and I didn't expect your mother to... to be so young when she..."
"Leave. I don't want to say another word to you, and I don't want anything to do with you."
Su Qiao didn't want to see his face again, nor did she want to watch him put on a show of false affection for her here.
If she wanted to watch a performance, she could simply turn on the television or watch a movie.
"Xiao Qiao..."
Su Yunyang furrowed his brows but didn't get up.
After coughing lightly twice, he finally stated the purpose of his visit.
"Cough, cough. Xiao Qiao, I know you suffered a lot while following your mother, and I understand you. But you should know that none of this has anything to do with Xiao Wei."
Su Qiao folded her arms across her chest and looked at him sidelong with a cold laugh, her face full of disdain. "And then?"
Su Yunyang knew she had seen through his intentions and felt somewhat irritated. Nevertheless, he held back his anger and tried to persuade her in a kindly voice.
"Xiao Qiao, we've let what happened between you and Gu Hualei