Qin Shu clenched the portrait in her hand tightly and turned around to leave without any hesitation.
Qin Hai thought that Qin Shu would definitely let him go if she knew that he was in such a hurry. In the end, she left just like that?
He hurriedly said, "I'll talk, I'll talk first."
Qin Shu's footsteps paused, and the corners of her mouth curled up into an imperceptible smile. She turned around to look at Qin Hai, waiting for him to answer.
Qin Hai said, "This portrait belongs to your mother. When I met her, she had this portrait on her. After your mother passed away, I kept it in the room on the third floor. As for why her eyes are dark green, I don't know either."
After Qin Shu heard that, she did not receive any useful information, and she felt a little disappointed.
She looked up at Qin Hai. "That's it? Is there a difference between not telling me?"
