Everyone felt Gu Jiaojiao was right. The Sheng family's true daughter was as beautiful as a flower; she couldn't have grown up living on air.
The Gu family must be quite well-off, and Sheng Xinglian didn't want to give them up. You couldn't blame Gu Jiaojiao for not going "home" to them.
The poor girl didn't even know where the Gu family was. What a cruel fate.
Gu Jiaojiao had no idea the people in the residential compound were all pitying her. She pushed Su Shuochi's wheelchair to their front door.
From a distance, she saw Mr. Su waiting for them, looking quite worried.
"Dad, you're home from work?" Gu Jiaojiao greeted him sweetly.
"Yes. Your mother has dinner ready. Here, let me get that," Mr. Su said good-naturedly.
For dinner, the Su family had a dish of stir-fried greens, along with a large bowl of the soy-braised pig's trotters and pork belly Gu Jiaojiao had prepared.
