'Lan Zihao has someone he likes? Someone like him could like someone?'
Lan Zihao had his back to her once more, but Xia Qiao's dark eyes remained on the wide back covered by the blue dragon robe.
Xia Qiao had known Lan Zihao for many years, and even if they weren't close to each other, she had always known that the man was the type to be aloof all the time, and even when he finally became an adult, he was never close to anyone.
When Lan Wencheng moved from one pavilion to another so that he could enjoy a beautiful face and sexy body every night, Lan Zihao preferred to lock himself inside his own pavilion in the palace.
