Lan Jue gave her a conspiratorial look. “You didn’t see him hiding behind me when we came in? He was hiding his face – he didn’t want anyone to recognize him. Lina may have brought him here, but Chu Cheng’s in his home court. He was just playing innocent to lure her in to his trap. Why do you think everything was so quiet, so well orchestrated when he got up on stage? Everyone knows him here, even the boss is his close friend.”
Qianlin’s face reddened. “It looks like Lina was right,” she said quietly. “He’s a less than reputable guy.”
Lan Jue laughed. “And me? He and I have been close friends for years, and several of those questionable skills I’ve learned myself. There were times he and I painted the town. I guess that makes me just as disreputable.”
“It’s not the same,” Qianlin assure. “You aren’t as bad as he is.”
He looked back at her with a brow raised in surprise. “How’s that?”
Her face broke in to a suspiciously sweet smile. “No reason. I guess I just have faith.”
