"Nothing at all!" Luo Xiaoqian supported his arm and looked at Jiao Yang, "I just heard you two have been up here for a long time, so I came to see what you're doing. What are you two conspiring about?"
"Nothing much, those cigars, I'm thinking of finding them a new owner!" Leng Zimo hugged her and walked into the room, helping her sit on a chair, "I noticed you didn't eat much, you must be hungry. There's some mousse cake made this afternoon in the fridge, I'll get you a piece. Keep him company for a bit."
He stood up and turned to walk out of the study door.
"Are you two… okay?" Luo Xiaoqian raised her face to look at Jiao Yang by the window.
Seeing the smile lines at the corners of her lips, Jiao Yang just shrugged, "Of course we are, what did you think, that we were dueling?"
Luo Xiaoqian got up from the sofa and walked to his side, "Jiao Yang, could you… do me a favor?!"
Jiao Yang lifted the corners of his mouth, "Of course, as long as it's something I can do, what is it?"
