Shu Changning drew Shu Tongtong to her side, "Tongtong, your sister wants to look at the things Aunt left behind. You go in with her; Dad won't go in."
Shu Tongtong was unsuspecting, "Sis, don't be sad, I'll be with you."
Shu Tongtong's hand rested on the door.
Only at this moment did Shu Qiqi believe that this room had indeed been lived in by her mother.
"Uncle, here is the contract you wanted."
Shu Qiqi handed the contract to Shu Changning and turned to push open the door to the room.
There was no thick smell of dust, the furnishings were simple and exceedingly clean.
"Dad just instructed me a couple of days ago to clean up this place, so I knew you were coming back. See how smart I am?"
Shu Tongtong smiled, eager for praise.
Those words caused Shu Qiqi's heart to sink: she was too softhearted, believing Shu Changning's lies.
He had simply calculated to fob her off with the room her mother had lived in.
There would be no clues about her father here.