Shu Qiqi knew that Leng Yichen had returned when she saw the butler trembling as he came out of the study.
She maneuvered her wheelchair to the door of the study with difficulty.
Before she could knock, the door opened, and Leng Yichen came out.
"Are you looking for me?"
The man pushed her wheelchair to send Shu Qiqi back to her room.
"How is Su Ninglu?"
Shu Qiqi's hands were slightly clenched into fists, and her brows were knitted together.
The man turned around and squat in front of her, "Are you very worried about her?"
Looking into the man's unfathomable eyes, Shu Qiqi shook her head, "It doesn't concern me how she is, but she had her incident at the Leng mansion, and I was there at the time, so I had to ask."
"Do you hate her?" The man's expressionless face made it impossible to guess his thoughts.
Shu Qiqi didn't intend to guess; she merely smiled, "I don't hate her, I just feel like I've never seen her true self."