Li Qiao lowered her gaze and smiled, "Then I'll trouble Mr. Charles."
Charles waved his hand and, looking directly into her eyes, couldn't help but sigh once more, "You know, you two really do look alike. Many say we can't distinguish Eastern faces, but when it comes to the Female Stock God, I would never mistake her."
A nostalgic expression crossed his face, and he spoke with a tinge of regret, "She was like half a teacher to me. If it weren't for her guidance, the Charles's family might not be here today."
"How did you come to know each other?" Li Qiao leaned back, scrutinizing Charles with focused attention.
His expression and demeanor seemed familiar to Li Qiao.
Just a few days ago, she had seen the same kind of heartfelt emotion and regret on the face of her mentor, Mu Aoxian.
Charles slightly squinted his eyes, gradually sinking into memories.
