Su Zihua gave a bitter smile, "With so many people around now, a mix of all sorts, how could we possibly retrieve a painting valued at thousands? Even if there are kindhearted people... the chances are still slim."
"Maybe, we can find it back, we have to at least try," Sui Yi said, preparing to leave.
"Eh, don't bother, Sui Yi... It's just an ordinary painting," Su Ziyi was afraid that the other party's people were still watching.
Sui Yi turned to look at him and said slowly, "It's a gift from a friend, not just ordinary. I'll go take a look."
If it were someone else, they might think Sui Yi's words had a deeper emotional meaning, but Su Ziyi understood.
Sui Yi was actually not easy to approach; her heart was too clear, too cold. Complex matters couldn't fit in it, overly simple ones she wouldn't take seriously, and just right ones could only ever be just right.
