He must have lied to her. She didn't take any money with her and left the Yi family penniless. She was still pregnant and had a child. How could she live a good life?
Su Qingqing took away all her savings, and she didn't even have the money to find a private detective. She tried to find out information about her in various ways, but it was so easy for a person to disappear.
In the past five years, she has received no news.
Su Qianqian seemed to be dead, and she couldn't find any trace of her.
She finally found her, but she didn't dare to say anything and stay.
Su Qianqian glanced at her indifferently, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
After saying that, he took Su Yue's little hand and turned to leave.
"Qianqian!"
Mrs. Yi cried out. When she saw her stop and look at her, she swallowed her saliva and said in a low voice: "Mom... I miss you very much these past few years. If you have time, come home and sit down."
"..." Su Qianqian looked at her, a kind of sarcasm gradually filled her pure black eyes, but she didn't say anything, just said, "Really? I understand. Mrs. Yi."
Just one title brought the relationship between the two to the level of strangers.
Mrs. Yi's face looked pale in the sunlight. She looked at her hesitantly, her body almost crumbling.
She looked at Su Qianqian pleadingly, and almost couldn't help but say, Qianqian, don't call me this name, call me mom like you did before...
But she couldn't say it.
How could she say it!
Su Yue stood quietly next to her. He did not look at Mrs. Yi. His big eyes were always looking at Yi Ningxiu.
He only needed to see that man once and he understood that that man was his father.
Except for clones, there will never be another person in this world who looks so similar to him.
The man who had been standing silently, looking at his mother with those glazed eyes, was his father.
There was almost no change in his mood, but the slowly surging ripples in his blood made him a little bit too much.
He has very few emotions. Except for Su Qianqian, he rarely shows his emotions of liking or disliking. At this moment, the unique attraction of blood makes him a little overwhelmed.
That person is his father.
But, it has nothing to do with him.
He told himself this in his heart, but he couldn't move his eyes away. He kept secretly looking at the tall young man in front of him.
He was a little curious and a little surprised. He thought to himself that his father actually looked so similar to him...
He kept looking at him secretly, but the other person didn't seem to pay attention to him. He kept staring at his mother. He didn't speak, but those eyes seemed to have a thousand words to say.
"Qian Qian..." Mrs. Yi faced her slightly indifferent eyebrows and summoned up the courage to say, "Let's go home. We haven't had dinner together for a long time. Mom... I miss you very much, and so do the servants at home.
Miss you."
Su Qianqian looked at her silently, the expression on her face did not change, she just looked at her with an appraising look, as if to detect what her intentions were.
For a moment she was almost certain that she would refuse.
Su Qianqian just looked down at Su Yue, then nodded, "Okay."