Su Qianqian, who was standing at the door, heard the two talking, and hurriedly ran downstairs in her high heels. Seeing Su Lan still sitting on the luxurious sofa and drinking tea leisurely, she quickly grabbed her arm and said anxiously, "Mom, I'm telling you, I heard Brother Qingyu talking with that little bitch!"
Su Lan frowned, "What are you talking about!"
Su Qianqian glanced around, then leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Brother Qingyu said he had a way to help her get the house back, and he also said that the old man met him before he died!"
"What!" Su Lan suddenly stood up from the sofa, and many water cups on the coffee table were shaken out.
"Are you telling the truth? Did the old man really meet Ruan Qingyu before he died?"
Su Lan's delicate eyes suddenly widened.
She had no idea that Ruan Qingyu had ever met the old man.
If that's the case, things are bad!
Su Qianqian was obviously frightened by Su Lan's appearance, and nodded tremblingly, "Yes..."
Su Lan glanced at him sinisterly and began to feel uneasy.
If the old man had met Ruan Qingyu before he died, did he have anything to tell him?
Oh...right! She suddenly thought of what Su Qianqian had just said.
Ruan Qingyu promised to help her get the house back, but the house and the Su family's property have all been transferred to her name. How can she get it back? Or is there some loophole in the will?
The heart that she had been holding firmly in her chest could no longer remain calm. After pondering for a few seconds, she decisively stepped out the door.
"Mom...Mom, where are you?"
Seeing Su Lan rushing out in a hurry, Su Qianqian hurriedly shouted from behind.
Qingyu had just gone downstairs with Qin Shuang, who had just changed her clothes, when she heard Su Qianqian's cry.
Qingyu frowned and asked, "Qianqian, why are you alone? Where is Aunt Su?"
Su Qianqian was startled and quickly turned her head. She saw Qin Shuang and Qingyu standing there. Her face turned pale and she said hurriedly, "Nothing... nothing!"
After saying this, she ran away in a hurry.
Qingyu and Qin Shuang looked at each other, but had different thoughts in their minds.
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After returning to his own independent apartment, Qin Shuang's anxious heart finally calmed down.
She looked out the window and couldn't help thinking of someone. If she died, would he be sad?
Alas, she shook her head and threw away the annoying thoughts.
"Shuang'er, can I come in?" Qingyu knocked on the door.
"Oh... come in!" Qin Shuang quickly adjusted her slightly revealing pajamas and said to the door.
Qingyu came in wearing home clothes, holding a cup of hot milk.
"Drink something. You may not be used to it just now. Drinking something will help you sleep!"
He handed the warm milk to her and said gently.
"Thank you!" Qin Shuang took the thing in his hand and thanked him quietly.
Qingyu stared at her, and couldn't help feeling pain in his heart.
He still remembered how he picked her up at that place.
She was wearing shabby clothes, her hair was tied up casually, and she looked extremely thin. She was completely different from the delicate and beautiful girl she was in her childhood. It seemed that she must have suffered a lot.
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