Li Qianxue could not be blamed for distrusting Su Chenghui. She only thought that way because she had seen through that man.
He was heartless, or rather, his true heart was never for her. It was for someone else.
Thinking of her daughter, Li Qianxue put on a sour face again. "Su Chenghui, don't think that being nice can make me forgive you. I won't talk to you until Peizhen comes back."
"Qianxie," Old Master Li couldn't bear listening to her words. "Are we going to celebrate the New Year or not?"
Li Qianxie was very unhappy, but for the sake of Old Master Li, she still raised her glass.
She didn't clink her glass with Su Chenghui, though. All she did was raise the glass slightly and then take a sip of the wine.
Watching her move, Su Chenghui didn't relax but had his heart sink deeper.
Li Qianxue loved Su Peizhen so much. If one day she found out that Su Peizhen wasn't her daughter…
