Shang Yu caressed the crystal glass, his eyes deep and unfathomable, "What do you think?"
Li Qiao curled the corner of her mouth, lazily giving her answer, "Covering up the truth, a thief's guilty conscience."
Beyond that, she did not think anything else.
The vast estate's overnight change in servants was no different from the dynastic changes of ancient empires.
If something major had not occurred, there wouldn't have been such drastic actions.
Li Qiao slowly relaxed her brows and breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes brimming with mischief as she teased the man, "If you want to know the truth, you'll need the Archbishop's help even more."
After all, she still needed to check out the House of Lords to see what clues Jing Yilan had left behind.
"No rush," Shang Yu stroked her head, stood up, and pulled her towards the master bedroom on the third floor.
...
The next morning, early on, Song Liao and Shen Qingye prepared to head back home.
