Chapter 664: In this world, where is there any fairness to speak of?
Nearing noon, Li Qiao received a message on her cell phone.
Seeing the sender, she took the opportunity to visit the restroom.
Within the main house, Shang Zonghai watched her departing figure, waiting until she was far away before his eyes lost their mirth. He looked at Shang Yu with meaningful intent and asked, "Did she go to Mu’s Auction House last night?"
Shang Yu picked up a cigarette case from the tea table, pulled out a cigarette, and placed it to his lips, his eyes lifting slightly as his rich voice dropped a few tones, "Did you have someone follow her?"
Shang Zonghai stroked the Buddha Beads on his wrist, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Tell me, how did she find out about Mu’s Auction House?"
The man took a drag on his cigarette, and as the smoke wanly curled at the corner of his mouth, he replied, "I remember you had a deal with Fan Minli once. Mu’s Auction House could survive to this day due to your intervention, I presume."
Neither father nor son provided a direct answer to the other’s question, resembling a silent game of chess that was subtly fermenting between them.
Shortly after, Shang Zonghai ordered a servant to refill the tea, his gaze sweeping over the brocaded box that Li Qiao had left on the tea table, and he spoke with profound implications, "If she hadn’t gone to Mu’s Auction House last night, I wouldn’t hand over the remaining thirty pages of documents to her anytime soon. Now that she has shown a desire to uncover the truth, you shouldn’t stop her."
Shang Yu flicked away some ash, slowly casting his gaze aside, "You should know, the blood feud from decades ago is unfair to place upon her."