"Gong Xiu, please, can you stop acting as if you're my brother? My mom only has Song Weiyang, I don't have any siblings!"
Ning Xixi's voice carried a sobbing tone, she couldn't trust anyone now.
After the way Lu Qinghe treated her and Gong Xiu coming to her aid, she couldn't clearly tell if his intentions were genuine or fake.
Instead of guessing his motives, it's better to keep a distance from him.
However, Gong Xiu was steadfast, "When I say you're my sister, you are my sister! Now, I'll give you two choices, first, I'll accompany you to search, or second, I'll take you home. Choose for yourself!"
Ning Xixi's eyes widened, moist and filled with innocence and helplessness.
She couldn't go home, or else when the sanitation workers came to collect the trash, she would not be able to find her mother's painting!
"Some oil paintings... my mother's belongings..." she murmured.
Gong Xiu nodded, "I understand."
He rolled up his sleeves, condescending to assist Ning Xixi personally.
