Meredith Ford nodded gently, her almond-shaped eyes moved slightly, the corners curving slightly upward.
Her eyes were like peach blossoms, but longer than peach blossom eyes, with upward tilting corners. Her pupils were unclear, giving a look of half-drunkenness as she softly said, "Second Brother..."
"Put on your shoes," Julian Ford repeated, his voice still low, revealing no trace of his thoughts.
She lowered her head to look at her feet, realizing they were in such a condition.
Meredith's eyes grew a bit misty: "It's a bit painful, I'll just sit down."
With that, she sat on the other sofa where May Sloane was lying.
She glanced at May's face, frowning: "Have you investigated what happened?"
Julian's narrow, slanted eyes were highly intimidating as he softly replied, "We're looking into it, my guess is..."
He paused, pretending to be mysterious, then smiled again, "It was deliberate."
Meredith looked at him in surprise, "Deliberate?"
"Yes."
