Xiao Yao lowered his eyes and felt a little uncomfortable, "Well, I... came back very late last night."
"Lie" An Ning rolled her eyes with disdain, "Shi Yan and I are going shopping, do you want to come with us?"
Xiao Yao waved his hand, "No, I have to pack my things first."
"What are you packing for?"
"Go back home"
"Oh, are you going back with the brigade too? Shi Yan and I will stay in Milan for two more days." An Ning waved to her, "No more words, let's go out for a walk first."
Xiao Yao looked at their leaving figures and suddenly thought, she and Qi Shiyan didn't even have a single dialogue...
"Sister" Xiao He came over with a lonely look on his face. Xiao Yao's hand was still on the doorknob. When she heard Xiao He's voice, she turned to look at her.
"Sister" Xiao He's eyes were red and swollen, and he looked at Xiao Yao aggrievedly. Then before Xiao Yao could react, she had already thrown herself into Xiao Yao's arms, "Sister, Brother Qi doesn't want me. He would rather have that woman than me."
"
Xiao Yao's hand froze in mid-air, but in the end he patted Xiao He's shoulder and said, "Yeah."
"Why, why doesn't he want me?" Xiao He cried aggrievedly, "He wants peace and doesn't want me."
Who can say clearly about feelings? Xiao Yao could only feel Xiao He's discomfort, but she didn't know what she should say to comfort her.
She had long said that Qi Shiyan was not suitable for Xiao He, but now that she thought about it, what would change if others said he was not suitable?
"Sister, I'm so sad"
"Come into the room." Xiao Yao opened the door and brought Xiao He into the room.
Xiao He cried for a moment and felt much better. "Sister, I wonder if I am not suitable for entering the modeling industry." She entered the industry just to get closer to Qi Shiyan, and then she also paid off her family's debts.
However, during this period of time, she basically couldn't even see Qi Shiyan. Since she asked him in the practice room that day, her contact with him has become much less
"You decide for yourself." Xiao Yao looked at Xiao He. An eighteen-year-old can make decisions for himself.
"I don't know..." Xiao He bit his lower lip, "Sister, you have always had better ideas than me. Do you think I should..."
"Xiao He" Xiao Yao looked at her seriously, "This matter is related to your life and career, and no one can help you make a decision, you know?"