"But think about it, you poor and sour inferior person, I'm afraid I haven't even heard of Chanel, it's really pitiful."

In the face of Qiao Ling's pretentious humiliation, Qiao Xi's face was cold, anyway, every time they met, she was not surprised.

"Oh, I'll tell you, you don't know...!"

Qiao Ling was still chattering about her rich life, but Qiao Xi didn't mean to continue listening, and she didn't need her to lead the way and went upstairs directly.

"Hey, what are you doing, Josie, cousin made me look at you."

Seeing this, Qiao Ling hurriedly followed, and dragged Josie who had already walked up the stairs down, Josie stumbled and almost fell down the stairs.

"Josie, I'm telling you, this isn't your home, you don't want to do whatever you want here."

Josie adjusted her body and shook Qiao Ling away from her hand.

"It's true that this is not my home, but it doesn't seem to be your home either, since you don't take me to see Mr. Qiao, is there a problem for me to go by myself?"

No matter how good Qiao Xi's temper is, she can't stand Qiao Ling's repeated bullying, and she fought back.

"Josie, believe it or not, I'll tell my cousin what you're saying now, and let him punish you well."

"Whatever you want." Josie turned to go upstairs again.

This time, Qiao Ling didn't stop it, because she had already made up her mind to sue Josie and let Qiao Zhi clean up Josie.

After seven years, when I came to this familiar villa again, it was clear that the layout had not changed, but in Josie's heart, it had already fallen from the world to hell. He couldn't find any warm memories here, and she felt chills all over her body just standing here.

"Is it Sissy?"

Suddenly, a slightly aged voice came from behind Josie.

Josie turned around, and an old man dressed in a Tang suit with silver hair was standing behind her, looking at her with an excited expression.

Even though the two hadn't seen each other for seven years, everything was still so familiar.

"Mr. Joe."

Josie stepped forward and greeted politely.

"Sissy...!"

Mr. Qiao's three words fell on the old man's ears, making him cry.

"You haven't forgiven me yet, haven't you, haven't you forgiven your dad yet, haven't you, Sissy...!"

The old man stepped forward and grabbed Josie's hand with trembling hands.

Josie looked at the pair of well-maintained hands without the slightest senescence, a sneer rose at the corner of her mouth, and then she raised her hand without hesitation and shook it off.

"I don't have a father, and I've never forgiven anyone, Mr. Qiao is serious."

Josie's behavior once again made Joe cry.

"You really haven't forgiven me, you don't even want to call me dad now, Sissy, what can I do to forgive me."

Looking at the face that was five points similar to herself, watching his tears drip down the floor one by one, Josie's heart was also very uncomfortable.

However, it is not as uncomfortable now as it was when I was swept away.

No matter how painful it is now, there is no pain when I watched my mother swallow her last breath in front of me.

No matter how desperate I am now, I don't have to practice hard day and night, and I have been a trainee for so long, and I finally got the opportunity to make my debut, but I was desperate when I was wiped out by Qiao Zhi's words.

Sky-high liquidated damages, no one knows how they have survived all these years.