Maybe he was really wrong.
Shang Yu lowered his gaze, watching the flickering light at his fingertips. If he gave her enough freedom, perhaps she wouldn't feel so tired and helpless with him.
Just like today, she went to the Liye Building next door but didn't come to Yan Emperor.
"Buzz——"
Suddenly, a vibrating sound broke the silence and desolation of the room, coming from the man's hand.
Shang Yu flicked the ash from his cigarette, lowered his eyes to open the chat box, and it was still not Li Qiao, but Luoyu.
——Boss, madam is coming home soon.
The man didn't reply, locked the screen, and leaned against the chair back, with an unfathomable melancholy in his deep eyes.
...
The night was thick as Li Qiao and Luoyu returned to the Mansion.
Aside from a few more boxes of apples and flowers at the entrance, everything else was as usual.
