In front of Shang Zonghai, Li Qiao completely opened her heart.
Because he is Shang Yu's close relative and one of the few who knows the whole story.
The sound of grinding gradually stopped, and Shang Zonghai gently waved his hand above the inkstone, making the fragrance of the ink even stronger.
He leaned back against the chair, speaking bluntly, "Your hearts are in chaos."
Li Qiao's gaze was honest, but there was a turmoil beneath her eyes.
Shang Zonghai placed the Buddha Beads on the table, interlacing his fingers, with a benevolent smile on his lips, "Girl, it's fine to care, but you both have gone too far."
"Dad..." Li Qiao swallowed, unusually puzzled.
Shang Zonghai called for the servant to bring two more cups of hot tea. He blew on the steam and slightly raised his eyes, "Want to hear my opinion?"
"All ears."
This sentence filled Shang Zonghai's eyes with laughter again.
