Xiao Hongdao chuckled unconcernedly, "Little girl, I only kept you because of that child. If you don't appreciate it, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Li Qiao picked up the book and flipped through it, her eyebrows sharp, "Old sir, I guess you haven't watched the news yet."
"What does it matter if I have or haven't? Do you really think old scandals can destroy the nearly hundred-year reputation of the Charlman family? That's quite wishful thinking of you."
Xiao Hongdao said as he sighed regretfully, "Shang Shaoyan, as an Archbishop of the House of Lords, has a say but lacks real power. The true power in the British Imperial lies in the hands of the Lower House, you're all too young."
"Is that so?" Li Qiao touched her lower abdomen, rolled out of bed, walked to the table, and took a bite of toast, "But I still suggest you take a look, just in case you can't prepare in time."
