Su Jiao's eyes turned red as if she was stung by Su Lu's words. Her face grew increasingly tense.
The self-mocking expression on her face was about to falter. It's one thing to mock oneself, but quite another to bear the mockery from others.
Over the years, Su Lu had grown accustomed to it, so no matter how harsh Su Jiao and Zhu Xinyan's words had been, she could maintain her composure without taking it to heart.
But Su Jiao had never gotten used to it. Even if she could put on an indifferent, self-mocking attitude, her heart just couldn't let it go.
Stung by Su Lu's words, she reacted immediately.
Su Lu had no intention of taking pleasure in the misery of others. A basic principle of being a good person is not to delight in others' suffering.
Su Lu raised her eyes and said to Qiao Li, "Brother Qiao, let's go."
"Hmm." Although Qiao Li disapproved of Su Jiao's earlier tone, he wasn't the type to quibble with a woman. Hearing Su Lu's suggestion, he nodded, "We should leave."
