Su Xingyu was wearing a light green blouse today. As early summer set in, she stood gracefully under the lush old banyan tree by the roadside, the mottled light and shadow sprinkled on the blouse, complementing her jade-like skin, serene and pleasant.
It was a kind of socialite demeanor that came from deep within.
Su Xingqi was jealous to the point her eyes almost popped out. No wonder this sister would rather tear face with the family and move out; once freed from the family's control, even when buying just a few pieces of knock-off clothes, she could wear them so well!
Su Xingyu smirked sarcastically: "Knock-off?"
This sister, really thinks she's only fit to wear knock-offs?
