Leaving the tea room, Li Qiao was silent the entire way.
Mo Jue didn't understand why, seeing her seemingly burdened with thoughts, he didn't dare to ask more and quietly trailed behind her like a little tail.
In the parking lot, Li Qiao got into the back seat and immediately leaned against the chair back, closing her eyes to rub her temples.
Two cars drove out of the old residence one after another, the compartment filled with a silent stillness.
Li Qiao never opened her mouth, and neither did Shang Yu.
Outside the window, dark clouds obscured the sun, with only a few strands of light struggling to seep through the clouds.
After a while, a deep and rich voice suddenly came from beside her ear, "Having heard the story of the Mu Family, do you have any thoughts?"
Li Qiao's eyes and brows regained their usual calmness, she turned her head to meet the man's gaze and let out a sigh, "The truth?"
