Li Qiao expressionlessly tugged at her skirt.
Shang Yu timely walked over, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, his voice deep, "After the wedding, how should we arrange Yin Mo?"
He Chen said nothing.
An amused sparkle flashed in Li Qiao's eyes as she raised an eyebrow, "For safety's sake, it's better to hide her."
"Hmm, let's do that then." The man smoothly picked up the conversation.
He Chen watched their departing figures, side by side, and muttered under his breath, "Damn..."
...
Time moved to four in the afternoon. Li Qiao seemed quite busy, continuously messaging while en route to the Cabinet Office in a courtesy car.
The screen was constantly changing, indicating she wasn't just communicating with one person.
Meanwhile, Shang Yu sat lazily, his gaze fixed on Li Qiao, staring at her cheongsam-collared long dress, his deep eyes revealing he was lost in thought.
