[Tuanzi Loves Mama Most: Mama (＞人＜;) I’m sorry. Tuanzi caught a cold these past few days, so I haven’t been using my phone. But I’m all better now since this morning.]
Su Li then remembered, no wonder Tuanzi used text messages instead of voice messages these days.
Because you can tell if someone has a cold from their voice.
Just reading those words made Su Li’s heart ache terribly.
She didn’t know if it was the mother-child bond, but she felt worse than if she herself were sick.
Her child was sick, yet all she could do was send WeChat messages and couldn’t be by his side to take care of him...
It felt like her heart was being stabbed.
[Su Li: Tuanzi, rest well, don’t go to school. Mama will be worried.]
[Tuanzi Loves Mama Most: No, I can’t. If I don’t go to school, Brother Wang will be unhappy. Goodbye, Mama, Tuanzi’s going to school.]
What kind of social address is this?
How can a six-year-old child like Tuanzi call someone that?
Who exactly is he talking about?
But knowing Tuanzi just had a cold and wasn’t dealing with anything else, Su Li finally felt relieved.
Xu Haohao teased: "Could it be you ’pouring your heart out’ with Seventh Master Feng? That’s why your mood suddenly improved?"
Su Li was a bit helpless: "It’s really not that, we have no relation."
Lu Xiaomian immediately asked: "Xiao Li, can you guarantee the person you were chatting with has no relation with Seventh Master Feng at all?"
Su Li was stunned, looking awkwardly at her best friend.
Tuanzi is Feng Huaijin’s son, how could there be no connection?
Xu Haohao and Lu Xiaomian exchanged knowing smiles.
"Let’s go visit Yanjing’s art gallery. I heard today they’ll be exhibiting the Painting God’s artworks before auction," Lu Xiaomian suggested.
The Painting God is highly regarded globally in the painting industry, respected for masterful skills.
Rumor has it he’s from Hua Country, excelling not only in Hua Country’s flora and fauna paintings but also Western art, a truly well-rounded talent!
When Su Li was in the Chu Family, her parents were devoted to cultivating her as a "Music, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting" talent, so she’s quite familiar with the Painting God.
Only in a grand city like the Imperial City could anyone have a chance to see such genuine works.
Mildly itching with curiosity, Su Li couldn’t help but nod.
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Suddenly, someone stepped forward, standing directly in front of Su Li.
Su Li was stunned, reaching out to pull the person in front, reminding, "Miss, please line up."
The girl with a handbag on her arm turned her head and smiled at Su Li, nonchalantly saying, "Are you Su Li? Let me cut in, the sun’s been so bright these days, I’m afraid of getting sunburned. We are friends, aren’t we?"
The speaker was Chen Xue’er.
Previously, she embarrassed Su Li at the 4S store with Tong Feibai.
They once competed in piano contests, Su Li took first place, while Chen Xue’er didn’t score favorably, resulting in a rivalry.
Su Li’s expression turned cold, she said, "Who is friends with you? Get out! No cutting in line."
The sun overhead was blazing hot, why should she yield to someone cutting in line?
Chen Xue’er turned red, hiding under the sunshade, murmured pitifully, "Xiao Li, I’m allergic to sunlight. Why can’t you accommodate me?"