Chapitre 87: Sorrow Captured in a Painting

"No, that gentleman is just a friend of mine. This is my husband," Tang Qiu explained.

"I'm sorry. Earlier, I thought your husband was very handsome. I didn't expect him to be… uh… such a fine man." Duan Qingman saw Jiang Shaocheng in his wheelchair and wanted to offer him some polite praise, but when she noticed his scarred face, her eyes darted away, unable to lie outright. To relieve the awkwardness, she invited them to tea.

Tang Qiu looked at her husband with a silent question, and he nodded. "In that case, sorry for the trouble."

He Lei followed her in and did a rough survey of Duan Qingman's house. His gaze landed on a family photo. There was a man in the photo who happened to be the business partner his young master was looking for!