Lu Qingyuan turned sideways and nimbly slipped out from under Huo Yanxing’s arm.
She scurried over to a yellow pear-wood chair, sat down, and, feigning composure, asked, "Perhaps the Marquis would care to explain how Ling Tao came to be in the Manor in the first place?"
Huo Yanxing pulled his hand back from the desk, tapping the edge with his slender fingers. His gaze fixed on the window as he recalled an old acquaintance.
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