She only knew that the gown was beautiful and very good, but she didn't know why.
As Qiao Weiyang approached step by step, Qiao Jierou had no choice but to retreat step by step.
"Qiao Jierou, each time, you claim to be my sister and say that you grew up with me. You use that as an excuse to say that we often draw the same inspiration. But in fact, when I was in the Qiao family, I was sent to the countryside when I was six years old, and I grew up with my adoptive mother. When I was 16 years old, I returned to the Qiao family because I got to film a movie by chance. When I was 19 years old, I moved out of the Qiao family. Apart from when I was six, I've only spent three years with you. Do you think that's long enough for anything to happen?"
Qiao Weiyang said word by word, her voice cold and hard.
Qiao Jierou couldn't answer. If she were to argue about everything, it would be too heavy for her to bear.
