After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

Shang Ji walked in from the door, and his eyes immediately fell on Song Xi'er, who was sitting with his back to the door.

His expression seemed to change momentarily, but it was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it, and it returned to its previous indifference.

"Why are you here?" Mr. Shang asked.

"Grandpa." Shang Ji called out and said, "I heard that my second uncle wants to sell the gallery."

Song Xier suddenly raised her head: "Uncle Shang wants to sell the gallery?"

How can it be!

Shang Zhenglin loves painting so much. The gallery is almost all his efforts, how could he sell it!

"It was a decision made after discussing with Third Uncle." Shang Ji said to Mr. Shang without looking at Song Xi'er, "Second Uncle decided to use the gallery as collateral for the [-] million that Third Uncle's project had lost before."

Twenty million!

Use gallery as collateral?

Song Xier looked at Shang Ji with wide eyes, and couldn't help but say: "Cousin, the [-] million has nothing to do with Uncle Shang, and Uncle Shang should not be responsible."

Shang Ji glanced at her lightly: "Who does that have to do with?"

Song Xier was speechless.

The incident started because of her, so if you really want to say it, it will naturally have something to do with her.

Song Xier turned around: "Grandpa, the [-] million is actually..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shang Ji: "Actually, it has nothing to do with the second uncle, but he volunteered to take responsibility for the [-] million and has already made an agreement with the third uncle."

Song Xier turned to look at him, with confusion and anger in her eyes.

Shang Ji took a sip of tea as he spoke: "What do you think, grandpa?"

It doesn't matter much or it doesn't matter at all, so why should Uncle Shang bear the loss of [-] million?

But Song Xier stopped her words as soon as they reached her lips.

This situation was not the place for her to speak. She had already been impulsive just now.

Thinking of the previous phone call, she was almost certain that Shang Ji's coming over at this time was definitely intentional.

Mr. Shang's face seemed to darken: "Your second uncle has been doing nothing for so many years. The gallery is here as soon as it arrives. It's just a good time for him to calm down and do some serious work."

The old man said this to Shang Ji, but Song Xier could tell that he said it to her.

In addition to running the gallery, Uncle Shang spent the rest of his time with his mother and caring about her life.

So this has nothing to do...

Song Xier's face turned pale, and she sat aside with her head lowered, not daring to speak anymore.

Although the old man had not said a harsh word from the time he entered the house until now, and his attitude towards her could even be described as kind and gentle.

But just those words made Song Xier clearly feel for the first time the old man's dislike for her and her mother.

Even though so many years have passed, even though my mother has been married to Uncle Shang for so many years, some things have not changed because of the changes of time.

Because of the mortgage of the gallery, Shang Ji and the old man naturally had a few words about the second and third bedrooms.

Halfway through, Shang Ji suddenly turned his attention to Song Xi'er who was standing aside: "Why is Xi'er here?"

Hearing her name, Song Xier suddenly raised her head and met Shang Ji's gaze.

The other party looked calm, even with a hint of genuine doubt.

Song Xier was angry in her heart, but she could only endure it and couldn't even show the slightest trace of it.

"I called her here." Mr. Shang said: "I heard from my second brother that Xi'er is going to take the exam. It's almost time, so I wanted to ask how the preparations are going."

Listening to Mr. Shang's words, Song Xi'er hurriedly replied: "Thank you grandpa for your concern. I'm well prepared. I just don't know how I will perform when the time comes. But no matter what, if you work hard, you won't have any regrets."

"Humility is a good quality." Shang Ji said: "Being too complacent will only be counterproductive."

Is this a roundabout way of cursing her for not passing the exam?

Song Xi'er grinded her teeth and finally suppressed all her emotions.

Just pretend he was farting and she didn't hear it.

"It's a good thing that Xi'er has confidence." Mr. Shang nodded: "My businessman's children are naturally not much different, and they will definitely get good grades."

"Thank you, grandpa." Song Xi'er stood up and said, "Grandpa, if you have something to discuss with your cousin, I will go out first."

Song Xi'er got up and walked out. Due to her health, her pace was a bit slow. As soon as she reached the door, the housekeeper's voice came from behind.

Song Xi'er turned around in confusion and saw the housekeeper handing her two books: "This is what the master gave you."

It was the two original foreign language architectural books that Song Xier saw when she entered the door just now.

Song Xi'er was surprised and pleasantly surprised. She looked up and saw Shang Ji and Mr. Shang talking, so she didn't interrupt. She just said to the housekeeper: "This is too expensive. I can't take it. Thank you grandpa for your kindness."

After saying that, she glanced at the two books with reluctance, turned around, opened the door and walked out.

If it were any other time, Song Xier might happily accept it.

But at this moment, she couldn't accept it.

After Song Xier came out, she did not go back to her yard or leave. Instead, she sat in a small pavilion in the garden outside the house and did not leave.

The chill was very strong after nightfall. Song Xier was not wearing thick clothes and she felt extremely cold after just sitting there for a while.

She raised her head and glanced in the direction of the study, the light was still on.

Song Xier thought for a while and called Su Mei.

"Mom, I heard that Uncle Shang wants to sell the gallery. Is it true?"

"Xi'er, who did you listen to?" Su Mei asked in surprise.

"...Is it true?" Song Xi'er asked anxiously: "Mom, the gallery is so important to Uncle Shang, how can it be sold? The [-] million yuan is obviously caused by Uncle Shang and the others deliberately looking for trouble. This matter can-"

"Don't talk nonsense." Su Mei interrupted her daughter: "Xi'er, don't worry about this matter. Your uncle Shang and I will handle it. You are fine in the hospital. Mom will go see you tomorrow. Let's not talk about it now. Mom I still have something to do, so hang up first, be a good boy."

After speaking, Song Xier hung up the phone without waiting for anything to say.

What can happen so late?

Listening to the background sound just now, it seems that people are outside, and there are quite a lot of people, socializing with Uncle Shang?

But my mother had never attended such an occasion before, so why would she go with her this time?

Song Xi'er couldn't figure it out. It was too cold to sit here. She breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her hands together.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the side.

"Miss Xi'er." It was Yang Ming.

Song Xi'er looked up at the other party: "Assistant Yang? Is something wrong?"

"Mr. Shang asked Miss Xi'er to wait for him in the car."

Song Xier frowned: "Why...did you tell him?"

Yang Ming smiled and said nothing.

Song Xier put down her hand: "No, thank you."

Song Xi'er had a shadow of Shang Ji's car. Who knew if she could get off after getting in.

Fortunately, Shang Ji didn't stay in for long before he came out. He glanced at Song Xi'er beside him and walked straight into the car without stopping.

The car door closed, but the car did not leave immediately.

Song Xier: "..."

She was indeed waiting for Shang Ji and wanted to know what the gallery mortgage was about.

She can guarantee that it must be related to Shang Ji!

but……

Song Xier glanced behind her, got up and walked towards Shang Ji's car.