Li Qiao took the fresh flowers she handed over and smelled them at the tip of her nose, "Whether you believe it or not, I really do think that way."
"Then you two must also like each other, much better than me."
Zong Yue said with emotion as she watched her carefree demeanor, it was fake to say she wasn't envious.
That scene she witnessed in the Yan Emperor's headquarters office left a deep impression on her mind.
She also looked forward to the day when Li Jun would hold her and whisper to her.
Even Uncle Shaoyan, such a cold-hearted and overbearing man, could show off his love without any burden, so Li Jun... could he?
...
A dozen minutes later, Li Qiao and Zong Yue entered the living room together.
At that moment, Li Jun sat by the window, looking down at documents, while Li Guangming, puffing on a cigar, was chatting intermittently with him about the wedding.
Neither of them noticed Li Qiao and Zong Yue's entrance.
