Shao Liulang had a strong affinity for that place. He had the entire spacious second floor to himself, which he always locked when leaving.
If Shao Yunduan and Qiao Xuan were at home, they would not permit this behavior, but no one else dared to raise objections. Ms. Fang, in particular, didn't mind; the space was still roomy enough for her to use.
Shao Liulang was well aware of Zhao Shu and his parents' intentions.
In the past, he would have eagerly involved himself, but not anymore.
Furthermore, he had reservations about the likelihood of their plan succeeding.
However, he refrained from interfering—just in case. What if it actually worked?
If it did, it could prove advantageous to him. After all, Zhao Shu exuded an air of sophistication, with his elegant yet understated attire, the fan in his hand, the jade pendant hanging from his waist, and the hairpin—all remarkable items.
