Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (1)

"Big sis, say something, will you? You're always like this. I don't even know how to communicate with you."

Su Qiao...

What was she supposed to say?

She had only just arrived and hadn't figured anything out yet.

When Su Qiao regained consciousness, she found herself sitting on a stone stool, both hands clutching a white silk handkerchief, her head slightly lowered.

Sitting opposite her was a young girl who had been chattering nonstop.

She looked seventeen or eighteen, with a neat, ear-length haircut, a light-blue, three-quarter-sleeved short jacket, a black skirt that reached her calves, and black cloth shoes with straps.

Fourth, what's going on?

Host, just listen quietly. Pretend she's farting.

"..." Apparently, it wasn't anything good.

Su Qiao quietly glanced around.

It was a beautiful, meticulously trimmed garden, and she was sitting in a pavilion in the middle of it.

In front of the garden stood a very large, three-story European-style mansion. Behind it, a small Chinese-Western-style Little White Building appeared and disappeared among the trees.

Then she looked down.

The pale-pink brocade satin had a small stand-up collar, a diagonal lapel, three-quarter sleeves, and a slit, with the hem reaching her calves.

It was a modified Cheongsam with a dignified, elegant style that combined classical charm with modern fashion.

Combined with the pretty girl's clothing and appearance, Su Qiao roughly guessed what era she had arrived in.

What was strange was that she was actually wearing a white veil over her face, as if she weren't allowed to show herself to others.

Su Qiao frowned and touched her face through the thin veil.

Could something have grown on her face?

"Big sis, this is a new era now. Even if you get divorced, no one will laugh at you. On the contrary, everyone will praise your