Lu Xiheng's gaze lingered on Li Qiao for quite some time, indeed, it was rare to see a girl who was charming without being vulgar, and stunning without being demonic.
Especially with the hint of allure hidden in the arch of her eyebrows, yet buried under a veil of aloofness—provocative, yet not to be defiled lightly.
Such a beauty was indeed beyond Shang Lu's fortune to enjoy.
Considering his illness, his brothers had long discussed setting up a fund to provide for his retirement.
There was an obvious amazement in Lu Xiheng's eyes as he reluctantly shifted his gaze back to Tang Yiting beside him, and inexplicably felt that his equally beautiful cousin... seemed to have become quite bland in comparison.
He nudged Tang Yiting with his elbow, furrowing his brows and asking, "Who exactly kidnapped you? Have you had conflicts with them before?"
