Suddenly, an invigorating scent of sandalwood began to surge discreetly around her.
Li Qiao turned her eyes in surprise.
At this moment, no more than two meters away on the neighboring balcony, Shang Zonghai was sitting in a rocking chair, with incense burning on the table in front of him and Ming tea set aside, looking at her with a content expression, "Little girl, why are you sighing all alone?"
Li Qiao composed herself and turned slightly towards Shang Zonghai, nodding her head, "It's nothing. Did I disturb Uncle?"
Shang Zonghai sniffed the teacup on the table and then gestured towards Li Qiao, "Not at all, would you like to come over for a cup of tea?"
Hearing Shang Zonghai's invitation, Li Qiao covered her eyelids, blocking the faint gleam in her eyes, "Alright, I'll be right over, please wait a moment."
Li Qiao left the guest room and rounded the corner to arrive at the tea room.
A confidant led her to the balcony outside the tea room and then left on his own.
