Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

Xin Bao'e did not inform An Ruoqing.

After walking out of Song Jinrong's line of sight, she hurried back to her room.

As the door closed, the panic and uneasiness that had been suppressed all the way finally showed on her face.

How to do?

The old lady of the Chu family came to the door to ask for verification because of the purse.

Could it be that the relationship between Qin Shu and the Xin family really cannot be hidden?

Xin Bao'e leaned heavily on the door panel behind her, feeling a little weak all of a sudden.

Resentment and unwillingness flowed in her bright eyes like water, the two willow leaves wrinkled with extreme reluctance, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows seemed to have dimmed a lot because of it.

Once Qin Shu returns to Xin's family, Miss Xin Si, who has been her for 22 years, will make way for her.

The thousands of favors I had in the past will no longer exist...

Thinking of this, Xin Baoe closed her eyes in pain and pinched her palms tightly. m.

After a long while, the servant Aunt Ping reminded me:

"Miss Si, Mrs. Chu is still waiting for you in the hall."

Xin Baoe was shocked and slowly opened her eyes.

The waves in his eyes dissipated, he calmed down slowly, and made a decision.

Since it was hidden before, why not this time?

"wait for me."

Responding casually to Aunt Ping outside the door, she quickly walked to the bookcase at the side, and found a slightly old purse from the bottom drawer of the cabinet.

"It really is here." Looking at the purse in her hand, she let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she remembered that An Ruoqing had given her such a purse.

Holding this purse, which was seven or eight points similar, Xin Bao'e returned to the hall with confidence in her heart.

"Grandma, look, my mother's purse is embroidered with reeds and cats instead of giant pandas and bamboo. You must have remembered it wrong?"

While talking, Xin Baoe handed the purse to Song Jinrong.

The more Song Jinrong looked at it, the more she frowned.

She was a little disappointed, and muttered, "It's really different..."

Xin Bao'e has been paying attention to her reaction. Hearing this, the corners of her lips twitched lightly, "Fortunately, you had the foresight and didn't tell Qin Shu about this, otherwise she would have expected it in vain."

"Yes."

Song Jinrong took another look at the purse in her hand. This time, she deliberately memorized the details on the purse before handing it back to Xin Baoe.

"By the way, when will your mother come back?"

Xin Bao'e paused slightly when she took the purse, but she quickly covered it up, showing a little apology, and said, "Look, I almost forgot about this. I asked over there and said that my mother will stay for two days. You are retreating in the monastery, I am afraid you will not be able to wait for her to come back today."

Song Jinrong was a little helpless at once, but she thought that her trip today was not in vain, at least she had figured out about the purse——Qin Shu was not the child lost by the Xin family.

"That's fine. Anyway, I plan to stay in Kyoto for a while this time. When she comes back, I'll come see her again."

As Song Jinrong said, she slowly got up.

Xin Bao'e hurriedly stepped forward to support her, "Grandma, slow down, I'll see you off."

Seeing her respectful and filial appearance, Song Jinrong smiled kindly.

What a good child this is, but that bastard Liu Yufeng doesn't know how to cherish it!