However, mother Lu did not like her.
Perhaps she had liked her before, but she had used up all of her love for her.
Her mood when she was painting was affected. Her strokes were not as regular as before.
Lu Qichuan naturally knew what she was thinking, but he did not open his mouth to comfort her. "There is always a price to pay for doing something wrong. It is obvious that our tolerance for the price has exceeded our cognitive range."Therefore.., that was why it had dragged on until now.
Tan Chenxiao put down the pen in her hand. At this moment, she could not continue drawing.
She stood up and walked to the table to sit down. "Tell me about Yuwei."
Lu Qichuan's hand that was holding the wine glass paused for a moment. Then, he put down the wine glass in his hand and said calmly, "Obviously, I don't want to continue with this problem."
