Mo Shiche's emotionless face met hers, but he remained silent.
The two stared at each other silently, the man's gaze growing deeper. Just when Luo Qiangwei felt his look was quite strange, Sheng Miao spoke again, "Shiche, it's okay if you don't call me for now, sister won't blame you."
Mo Shiche lowered his eyes to hers and spoke indifferently, "Next time, I can bring my daughter for the First Daughter of the Sheng family to meet. After all, she is her niece as well. They should meet in the future."
Sheng Miao's fingers tightened slightly, her face maintaining a gentle smile, "That would be lovely, Shiche. Perhaps another time when there's a chance."
Hearing this, Luo Qiangwei couldn't even bother to smile, nor did she want to ponder how fickle Mo Shiche could be to say such things. At this moment, a servant approached and whispered in her ear, "First Daughter of Sheng family, our third young mistress wishes to see you."
