Li Qiao and Shang Yu looked into each other's eyes, her fingers climbing to his eyelid to gently caress, "When have I ever lied to you?"
Even after hearing what Ming Dailan had said, regardless of its truth, her scales would still tip in his favor.
Good or bad, they were never her criteria for judging Shang Yu.
...
Not long after, Li Qiao dimmed the brightness of the crystal lamp and raised the curtains, casting a dim yellow glow that added a touch of warmth to the room.
The tea on the table had gone cold, Shang Yu leaned back in his chair, his arms tightly wrapping Li Qiao in his embrace as he was calming his emotions, while she was discreetly sending text messages.
On the other side, after Madam Xiao's car left, He Chen, accompanied by Wang Yue and Zhui Feng, walked out of the underground wine bar.
The bodyguards around the Mansion also resumed their duties one after another.
