"Fine." Qiao Yimo sobbed, gritting her teeth as she said unwillingly, "You said Dad's affairs have nothing to do with you, then what about Teacher He?"
"How much money did she make for the Su family? Without her, would the Su family's design department be so famous in the southern part of the city?"
"Why did you kick her out of the Su family?"
Since Qiao Yimo was going to talk about He Ru in front of so many people...
He Ru could just pack her bags and leave. If she wanted to complain to Su Xincheng, and Qiao Yimo even brought Su Xincheng to pick a fight with her, then she wouldn't be polite.
“Miss Qiao, Designer He has made a lot of money for the Su family, but there’s something you’ve got backwards.”
Su Ning's gaze shifted to Su Xincheng, "It was Madam Qiao who single-handedly cultivated Designer He. Without Madam Qiao, Designer He would be nothing!"
A woman from the countryside had neither money nor status in Nancheng.
It wasn't until Su Xincheng spent money and effort to pull strings that He Ru thought she could make it on her own!
How could you say such a thing!
Hearing Su Ning say that about He Ru, Qiao Yimo became angry. Without thinking twice, she directly questioned her. Only after she said the words did she realize that Su Xincheng was right next to her.
When she met Su Ning's sly smile, she felt flustered.
"Of course."
Qiao Yimo quickly corrected herself, "Without my mother, Aunt He is nothing, but what my sister said was a bit harsh."
Su Xincheng, who was listening from the side, felt very complicated when Su Ning said that He Ru's current success was due to her.
He Ru was aloof and became increasingly impolite when speaking to her, having long forgotten the help she had given him in the past.
Just because she doesn't say anything doesn't mean she doesn't care.
"Ningning".
She walked over, looked at Su Ning who was younger and prettier than herself and looked remarkably like her, and softened her voice.
"Your Uncle Qiao injured his hand, and I was a little anxious, so I was a bit harsh with you just now."
Because of what Su Ning said about He Ru, Su Xincheng's attitude changed. She squatted down in front of Su Ning and bowed her head first.
"Tell your mother the truth, is this related to..." Because there were other people around, Su Xincheng didn't explain herself clearly.
She only wants Su Ning to tell the truth, and if it is, she will protect her and not pursue the matter.
Su Ning looked at Su Xincheng, who was shorter than her, and smiled dismissively, "I did it!"
“That old lecherous man touched me inappropriately; his hands should be chopped off.”
She told me the truth, so I did.
However, Su Xincheng didn't believe it...
"Su Ning, stop talking nonsense."
These are all employees of the Su family. Su Ning said that this would damage Zhentian's reputation, but how could she and Qiao Yimo not have thought that coming to the Su family to question Qiao Zhentian about his broken hand would damage Su Ning's reputation?
"Heh!" Su Ning laughed sarcastically again. It was the same four years ago, and it's still the same four years later! She was extremely disappointed in Su Xincheng and had nothing to say.
"I already know about Teacher He's matter."
Because Su Ning "slandered" Qiao Zhentian, Su Xincheng's tone became indifferent, and she changed the subject, talking about He Ru.
Su Ning smiled. It seemed that He Ru had already gone to Su Xincheng to complain.
As for what they said, you can figure it out without even thinking.
"She won't be so foolish again!" Is she going to keep He Ru?
Su Xincheng believes everything others say; she must have lost her mind.
"Ningning".
Su Xincheng saw the sneer in Su Ning's eyes, "About your Uncle Qiao..."
"Sister An, I need to go to the restroom."
Su Ning didn't want to hear Su Xincheng continue. Seeing her hand reach out, she turned the wheel back a little, letting Sister An push her away.
Su Xincheng's hand awkwardly froze in mid-air. She looked up, her eyes filled with sorrow as she gazed at Su Ning, who was sitting in a wheelchair with her back to her.
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