A short while later, Li Qiao pondered briefly before leaning back against Shang Yu's side, her gaze sidelong on him, "Master Yan, does anyone in Parma still recognize this script?"
"Yes," Shang Yu furrowed his eyebrows, a playful glint crossing the depths of his eyes, "Looking for someone to translate it?"
Their eyes met, and after a pause of a few seconds, Li Qiao responded, "Of course it would be best if it could be translated, but the prerequisite is… the translator must be trustworthy."
As their conversation reached this point, Li Qiao keenly sensed Shang Yu's interest deepening. She furrowed her brow and pulled his hand from the back of her neck, "What's with that expression? Is there something wrong with what I said?"
The man lazily curled his lips, picked up a cufflink, and while handing it to Li Qiao with a rich, magnetic voice tinged with humor, "No problem. Your Uncle Shang… should be trustworthy."
