Shaoheng, Shang Lu?
Li Qiao chewed her food, stealing a glance at Fan Mei.
It was in that instant that she clearly caught the momentary shyness that flitted across her eyes.
So...
Li Qiao bit her chopstick and turned her head, her eyes brimming with amazement.
Fan Mei wasn't here for Shang Yu?
Without delay, Shang Zonghai laughed out loud, "He's probably lost to the world in the backyard again. Old Xiao, go call him over."
The moment Fan Mei heard Shang Lu was coming, her eyes, full of spirit, suddenly lit up.
Li Qiao bowed her head and began shoveling rice into her mouth, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
It seemed she had misunderstood Fan Mei.
Reflecting on the recent past, although she had not stopped scrutinizing Shang Yu, there didn't seem to be too much amorous impurity, more curiosity and scrutiny.
And the reason she had stars in her eyes in the side hall, was it because she thought... Shang Lu was coming?
