The two walked side by side into the mansion, which was different from the deserted and bleak atmosphere of the last time, probably because Shang Zonghai had settled here, guard figures could be seen everywhere in the mansion.
Li Qiao passed through without turning a hair and soon reached the living room.
Shang Zonghai placed his Tai Chi Sword on the black and gold marble coffee table, and as soon as he sat down, a bodyguard brought over ginseng tea.
"Young lady, don't be too formal, just make yourself at home and sit wherever you like," Shang Zonghai said, blowing the steam off his ginseng tea as he looked up at Li Qiao.
Li Qiao obligingly found a spot to sit down, her gaze calmly fixed as she waited for Shang Zonghai to speak.
Even though the patriarch of the Shang family was extraordinarily indulgent with her, Li Qiao dared not take it lightly.
Those in power always had a way of controlling the overall situation without making a sound, especially someone like Shang Zonghai.
