how Co Quan Da convinced his father, but the only condition Co Trong Minh gave was that Co Quan Dao's work must account for one-third or more. Co Quan Dao knew his father wanted to guide him,

xpectedly, it ended up becoming a life-saving straw to help her mother escape reality. and close yourself inside. Especially after her children grew up, she put almost all of her energy into it, so she was also very famous in the world of calligraphy and painting. After his mother passed away, the exhibition hall was named after him. He didn't like doing business, so he was still in charge of Co Quan Da. Co Quan Da did not follow family tradition. She studied economic management at university, and her exhibition room also developed very well. He knows that his sister is actually only devoted to her mother, otherwise a family like theirs would have many antique paintings, her father's works, her mother's legacy, and company shares in the house. The money from my uncles that my grandfather gave me, even if I spend it for many generations, it won't be gone. A girl like you doesn't need to work so hard. "Okay, okay, don't look down anymore. You shouldn't be so angry, I'm Co Quan Dao, if those female fans of mine knew you were bullying me, they definitely wouldn't forgive you." Co Quan Da smiled and took the cup from his brother's hand to get more water. She herself didn't know why. It was clear that her brother was much older than her, but in her heart she always felt sorry for him. Since childhood, every time she played, he would quietly draw, every time her body was covered in sweat and mud, he would still be clean and fragrant. She knew he had cried silently many times, but in front of his mother, he always maintained a calm smile. In the past, she always thought that if he were not her brother, she would definitely love him more madly than the girls who secretly loved him, because of his talent, because of his gentleness. him, even for his suffering. Then she realized that perhaps he really wasn't her own brother. One day when she was 17 years old, her father took her to a woman's funeral. He told her that the person lying in the coffin was her biological mother. During the funeral, she suddenly couldn't help but think about whether she was her father's biological child after all. In this house, although her father was often not home, her mother and brother always loved her so much that she