Charles didn't ask further, signaling a servant to escort her back to her room. His deep-set, azure eyes stared unblinkingly at her retreating figure as if he still found it hard to believe.
Not until Xi Luo disappeared around the corner of the spiral staircase did he turn back, lifting an eyebrow and asking, "Mr. Shang, you actually know Miranda?"
Shang Yu crossed his legs and slowly lifted his eyelids, "Can't I know her?"
Charles let out an awkward chuckle, hastily shaking his head, "No, it's just that I'm too surprised."
Li Qiao sipped her tea, leaning forward to set down the cup, and asked in an even tone, "Why?"
She could tell that Charles wasn't faking it.
Moreover, the unconscious chest-puffing gesture he made in front of Xi Luo carried an involuntary respect.
