Yet... Shang Zonghai sipped his tea and did not respond to Li Qiao immediately.
After a moment, he set his teacup down on the small table in front of him, before he finally spoke softly, "In life, everyone has regrets, but as long as you’re alive, there’s always a chance to make amends."
Those words were too profound.
Li Qiao could even predict that even if she were to ask Shang Zonghai directly, he would definitely not tell the truth.
Because from the beginning, he had never intended to say much.
It was as if he were a hunter waiting for a rabbit, luring her step by step into the ’trap’ he had dug.
Half an hour later, Li Qiao returned to the guest room next door.
The moment she closed the door, she leaned against it and took deep breaths in frustration.
In a battle of wits with the exceedingly cunning Shang Zonghai, Li Qiao admitted she was at a disadvantage.
Without any winning chips in her hand, every time she subtly probed, Shang Zonghai deflected her attempts with ease.
Li Qiao massaged her temples and walked to the bed with furrowed brows. She kicked off her slippers, lay down facing up, and stared at the ceiling, her thoughts sinking and floating.
She didn’t know how long it had been when she drifted off to sleep.
Dawn broke, and the morning light was faint.
Before seven o’clock, Li Qiao had taken a shower and walked out of the guest room.
She wore a black blazer with a white silk camisole underneath, blue denim pencil pants—similar to her outfit from the day before, but the clothes were brand new.
Outside the door, Luoyu had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing her figure, he lowered his gaze and whispered, "The boss is waiting for you in the dining room."
"Mhm," Li Qiao walked forward two steps, paused, and glanced at Luoyu, "Did you prepare these clothes for me?"
This morning when she got up to go to the bathroom, she saw this exactly same new outfit.
Luoyu’s gaze briefly met hers then shook his head, "Not me..."
Li Qiao watched her hesitate and thus knew her guess was right.
Upon reaching the semi-basement dining room, only Shang Yu was present.
The man wore a gray silk loungewear and his soft, tousled hair hung in front of his forehead, adding a touch of casual elegance.
When he saw Li Qiao, he nudged his mouth towards the opposite seat, "Sit down, let’s eat."
Li Qiao took her seat unhurriedly and looked at the food on the table, "Shouldn’t we wait for uncle to join us?"
"No need, finish eating and I’ll take you home first."
Oh, they were planning to return to Parma that day.
Li Qiao didn’t hesitate any further, took a small sip of milk, then as she picked up her chopsticks and started taking some vegetables, she glanced at the man who was looking at his phone and feigned nonchalance as she asked, "Did Master Yan sleep well last night?"
Shang Yu, who was scrolling through his screen, paused and looked up at Li Qiao with slightly knitted brows, "Not bad. Why? Was the guest room uncomfortable?"
"Hmm..." Li Qiao pondered briefly and flicked her tongue, "No, it was quite comfortable; it was just a bit strange."
"Strange?" Shang Yu set down his phone, asking with a bit of interest, "Tell me about it?"
Li Qiao took a bite of toast, chewed twice, then said with a half-smile, "Last night, it seemed like someone entered my room. Because I didn’t turn off the lights or close the curtains when I fell asleep, but when I woke up this morning, everything was closed."
After finishing her statement, Li Qiao stared at the man without blinking.
In the dining room, there was silence for two seconds, then Shang Yu picked up his phone again, stared at her, and slyly curved his thin lips, his eyes filled with amusement, "The guest room has thermal imaging and motion sensors; if there is no activity for ten minutes, it will automatically turn off the lights and close the curtains."
"Oh, I see..." Li Qiao nodded indifferently, picked up a small piece of fried egg, stuffed it in her mouth, and mumbled indistinctly, "Master Yan’s home is indeed high-tech. The motion sensors not only automatically turn off lights and close curtains, but also cover me with a blanket and apply medicine."
Shang Yu’s eyes entertained as he watched her, saying nothing.
Li Qiao then tilted her chin up at him, her face cunning.