At this moment, Xiao Hongdao's eyes were deep, yet the slight curve at his lips carried a tinge of delight, "It's been years since I've seen such a clever child like you."
He glanced at the teapot, slightly raised his head, "Aren't you afraid I've poisoned the tea?"
Li Qiao clicked her tongue, seemingly savoring the tea aroma, "You wouldn't."
Xiao Hongdao raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.
Seeing this, Li Qiao glanced around, her gaze slowly sweeping through the surroundings, "There are four people behind the Buddha hall, no less than ten hiding in the bushes. There might be more elsewhere. You've set a trap all around, poisoning would be redundant."
"Li Qiao..." Xiao Hongdao shook his head ruefully, "If you weren't Jing Yilan's daughter, we wouldn't have become enemies."
Li Qiao looked at the shattered teacup on the table, lifted her eyelids to meet his gaze, "No matter who I am, the outcome would be the same."
