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.
