Afterward, she directly transferred fifty thousand to a stranger.
The stranger, flattered and astonished, hurriedly did as she asked.
Then, Zhiruan, holding an umbrella, squatted and watched outside the Su Family's entrance in the heavy rain.
It wasn't long before she heard the voices of four people.
"Mingzhu! This is fantastic! Your painting won an award! Soon our family will have a great artist!" Su's mother was overjoyed and hugged Su Mingzhu, but upon feeling the rain on her sleeve, she frowned and said, "But this weather is really terrible. How can it rain so heavily!"
"Oh, Mom, it's been raining for several days now. Maybe the organizers can't wait any longer. After all, everyone loves my sister's work; maybe the masters all appreciate her," Su Yaozu added obsequiously. He kept calling her sister. Of course, by saying my sister, he was naturally referring to Su Mingzhu. From start to finish, he never once considered Zhiruan as his sister.
