Gu Xiaoai was immersed in painting, and couldn't help but laugh when she heard these words, "I can play the piano a little, I learned it when I was a child."

"Ah?" Mother Tong was shocked again, "Miss Gu's family is pretty good, right? Which family is she the daughter of? How could..."

Halfway through her words, the child's mother stopped talking and looked around nervously, with obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Gu Xiaoai paused while sketching.

She knew what Tong Ma wanted to say. She was the daughter of a famous family, and how could she become Li Juefeng's mistress and fall into such a state of depravity?

No one among the wealthy ladies of the upper class will wrong themselves...

But she is no longer a daughter, she is nothing.

The look on Gu Xiaoai's face dimmed, and she looked at the sketch she had drawn. She hadn't practiced for a long time, and even a simple sketch was out of shape.

Just like herself, she hasn't been a daughter for a long time, and her temperament has long since disappeared.

The child's mother knew she had made a mistake and hurriedly made up for it, "I'm sorry, Miss Gu, I just talk like this. In fact, it has nothing to do with whether the family is rich or not. In front of the Li family, those upper-class celebrities are just like wild cats and dogs on the roadside.

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Gu Xiaoai was originally feeling depressed, but she became happy when she heard this.

The Li family is so powerful that no one in Europe dares to mess with it. As the young master of the Li family, Li Juefeng is arrogant and domineering, which is natural in the eyes of many people.

"Tongma, your words are really sharp." Gu Xiaoai said with a smile.

"But Mr. Li is different from those in the Li family..."

"It's been a long time since I've drawn anything, and I'm not good at it." Gu Xiaoai handed her the sketch, "What's different?"

Is Mr. Li different from those in the Li family?

Isn't Li Juefeng the arrogant young master trained by the Li family?

"Nothing, nothing..." The child's mother shook her head and didn't say anything further. She just took the sketch in her hand.

The middle-aged woman in the painting is honest, kind, and amiable, with bright eyes, and the thin wrinkles outline the three-dimensional vicissitudes of life, giving her a sense of sedimentation over the years...

The child's mother stared at the sketch for a long time, and then praised it repeatedly, "It's really me...the painting is so spirited."

Really energetic painting?

Is this a compliment? Why does it sound so weird?

"As long as you like it." Gu Xiaoai forced a smile and left holding the painting tools.

A scent came from the direction of the restaurant, it was so rich and authentic.
Chapter completed!