When Alia came down, Luo Qiao was standing in front of a painting. "Luo Qiao, let me show you around."
Luo Qiao gave a faint smile. "Sure, your house is really beautiful."
Alia, holding Luo Qiao's hand, walked outside. "When you have time, you can often come over to play at my house. The butler makes particularly authentic cream pies, and you can try some when we come back to see if you like them."
When Luo Qiao arrived, she had brought nothing but a handbag, which was inspected after they had left it behind.
The butler called Duanmu Liangrui. "Sir, everything is normal. There was nothing suspicious in the bag. Ma'am left with her to play in the backyard garden."
Lu Yichen had put all his listening devices into place, in the garden pavilion, in the trees by the swimming pool, and he had installed two in the living room alone, all in spots that the servants seldom touched.
