"But after a while, Xia Yangyang figured it out."
"To get the most secretive key to the Culture Hall, she still needed a pretext."
Gao Huizhi, upon hearing this, seemed somewhat surprised.
Gao Huizhi asked, "Xiao Qi, do you really want to take over the family business of the Culture Hall?"
Xia Yangyang stood with her back to Gao Huizhi, but her gaze fell on Li Zhiqian's face.
Her expression was one of righteous anger.
But Li Zhiqian was gently serene, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, truly resembling a mild-mannered older brother.
Xia Yangyang's fingers slowly clenched tightly.
Li Zhiqian's gaze, too, landed on Xia Yangyang's face.
Their eyes met.
Li Zhiqian might have been smiling, but there was an indiscernible darkness in his eyes, a cold, stern chill emanating from them.
Xia Yangyang knew that if she denied it now, she would be tearing off all pretenses.
But Xia Yangyang could not tear off the facade.