At this moment, a series of orderly footsteps came from the direction of the corridor's staircase.
Feng Yi ceased the motion of dialing his phone, glanced sideways, and his handsome face darkened, "What brings the Duke here?"
The newcomer was Xiao Yehui.
Leading the way in front of him, as always, was his Royal Knight.
He didn't respond to Feng Yi but instead looked towards the door of the study.
Within seconds, the door opened, and Shang Yu's upright black silhouette strode out from inside.
In the opulently European corridor, the two men stood a short distance apart from each other, yet there was a clear divide of separation in the air.
Xiao Yehui walked forward, his gloved hand still hanging by his side, and spoke in a gentle whisper, "I thought you would stop me."
He had called Shang Shaoyan to express his wish to meet with Li Qiao, instinctively thinking that Shaoyan would prevent him, but to his surprise, he hadn't.
