Li Qiao: "..."
She smiled gently, and before she could answer, Fan Mei, knowing she had been abrupt, added, "What I meant was... does he have any health issues?"
Li Qiao did not directly answer. She was not well acquainted with Fan Mei and could not rashly disclose Shang Lu's private illness, so she simply said, "Perhaps it would be more appropriate to ask him yourself."
Fan Mei sighed with a touch of melancholy, "All right then."
Li Qiao nodded at her and then walked into the office.
Fan Mei must really like Shang Lu, otherwise, why would she ignore Shang Yu's good looks?
In terms of appearance and demeanor, her Shang Yu was clearly superior.
Is this what they call... beauty is in the eye of the beholder?
Li Qiao returned to her office and sat down. When she looked up, she saw Mo Jue lying on the coffee table, scribbling something on a piece of paper with a pen.
She glanced at it and instantly covered her face, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry.
