C321

Although the phone call was very vague, the words that Aunt Song heard did not seem to be simple. It made her feel that something was weighing down on her, and she clearly felt that it was as she had expected, Tong Xue did not come with good intentions.

Aunt Song also felt that if she continued listening, she might alert the enemy, so she carefully left the room. She was going to make a call to Lu Yanshen, no matter what, she had to let Lu Yanshen be mentally prepared.

Sitting on the side of his own bed, Aunt Song thought for a while.

It was not because Tang Anmo had helped her and provided her with a place to live and draw at ease, but because from her short interactions with Tang Anmo, she truly felt that Tang Anmo was a very kind person.

It was countless times better than Yu Xueyao who had such malicious thoughts.

Originally, Tong Xue's goal was to give the USB to Tang Anmo, but Yu Xueyao's call just now made Tong Xue immediately realize: If Yu Xueyao knew that he wouldn't help her break up Lu Yanshen and Tang Anmo, then he would definitely look for someone else, someone else wouldn't be like her.

Therefore, Tong Xue thought that rather than letting Tang Anmo into such a possible danger, it would be better for him to just be a two-faced sect and stabilize Yu Xueyao at the same time. This would make her feel that he was helping her in a good way, and this would also protect Tang Anmo.

The more Tong Xue thought about it, the more he felt that this method was the best and safest one.

As for the USB in his hand, he would not leave it to Tang Anmo right now. He would only be able to take it out when he needed it again.

Tong Xue secretly decided. He picked up the last painting on the ground, found a place to put it and placed it, then facing towards the window, he set up the easel. He took out all kinds of colors and palette, preparing to create a new painting.

Otherwise, how could he face such a beautiful new environment?

It was not a simple matter to compose a new painting, but if one was inspired, it would be impossible to stop it. Therefore, Tong Xue earnestly stood in front of the easel.

When he realized that it was already dark outside, Tong Xue was very surprised when he woke up.

… …. Oh my god, she had already forgotten to help Aunt Song prepare dinner.

Tong Xue immediately put down the brush and color palette in his hands, and immediately ran out of the room and down the stairs, running towards the kitchen. After a look, he found that Aunt Song was already preparing dinner.

"Sorry, sorry, Aunt Song, I forgot about the time the moment I drew it." Tong Xue immediately went to Aunt Song's side and apologized to her. He even found an apron to wear and put it on: "What should I help you with now?"

The Aunt Song did not even look up as he continued to handle the ingredients in his hands.

"Aunt Song?" Tong Xue called out softly again.

"Oh... Tong Xue. " After hearing that, Aunt Song had a reaction, as though he had heard Tong Xue's voice just now. He turned his head over as if he had suddenly realized something: "Sorry, my ears are a bit old now."

"Aunt Song, I'm sorry. I will pay attention to the time next time." Tong Xue apologized once again.

"Hai, it's alright. I'm already used to preparing dinner by myself anyways. If you're busy, you don't have to help." While Aunt Song was speaking, his hands still did not stop moving. Although there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his words made Tong Xue feel a little strange.

Tong Xue's parents had died since young and he had lived in a complex orphanage ever since he could remember. The people there were complicated, and even among small children, the fights they had were not inferior to the adult society outside.

Therefore, Tong Xue's thoughts would always become a little more meticulous compared to ordinary people.

She would definitely think a few more times when she heard Aunt Song's words. From her words, she felt that Aunt Song was telling her how unnecessary she was in this house, as if taking the opportunity to beat her up.

Tong Xue's gaze instantly dimmed down, and his expression became a little dejected.

But that was only for an instant. When Aunt Song once again turned around, Tong Xue's expression returned to normal, as if he did not hear the meaning of Aunt Song's words, and maintained his smile.

Aunt Song looked up at Tong Xue as he was cooking, and said: "Help me get rid of the vegetables over there, will you?"

Tong Xue immediately nodded his head: "I will, of course I will, I will immediately do it."

With that, she walked to the side of the vegetables and began to handle them meticulously. Aunt Song looked at her background with a heavy gaze, but did not say anything.

The oil was sizzling, and the meat that had been cut was now in the pan.

It was also at this time that the sound of the door opening and the sound of a car entering came from outside. A while later, joyful footsteps opened the door, and rushed into the living room.

"Grandmother Song, we are back. I'm really hungry. Can we eat dinner now?"