In the living room, Shang Yu and Li Qiao sat on one side while Crown Prince George casually sat down on the sofa opposite them, "Are you still so formal with me?"
Shang Zonghai patted the armrest and, looking in Li Qiao's direction, lifted his head, "You've met my girl, haven't you?"
The sternness faded from Crown Prince George's expression as he regarded Li Qiao with a warm look in his eyes; then he pointed in the air and said, "The affair in Myanmar, that was your masterpiece, wasn't it?"
The remark wasn't a question but more like knowing banter.
Li Qiao straightened her posture and gave a slight nod, "You flatter me."
Crown Prince George turned his head to Shang Zonghai, praising with a sense of admiration, "This child is much better than I imagined."
"Of course."
Shang Zonghai responded calmly to the praise.
Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, pulling at the corner of her mouth as she glanced sideways at Shang Yu.
