Qiao Qingyu thought to herself, if Su Yunyao knew about this, that woman would surely be green with envy.
Why bother, really!
You say you've been reborn, able to know so much about the next twenty years, you are practically a seer, it's an exaggeration to call you a god, but you're nearly half a god, why not take advantage of this and focus on your scientific research and career?
Focusing on her is truly masochistic.
So Qiao Qingyu followed He Xiuyu to the west room, where the lights were on. He Xiuyu opened a bookcase on the wall, revealing a drawer filled with many letters. He Xiuyu leisurely said to her, "These letters are correspondence between my teachers, classmates, and some elders."
Qiao Qingyu didn't care much one way or the other.
But no matter how you looked at it, these letters were mixed together, proving that it wasn't as Su Yunyao had said.
