Li Qiao looked up and declined casually, "No meeting."
As soon as the words fell, a deep, cold voice landed at the back of Luoyu's head, "This kind of thing, don't report in the future."
Luoyu's body hair instantly stood on end.
She turned around with wide eyes, suddenly seeing Shang Yu's dark and penetrating gaze, and lowered her head in fear, "Yes, Boss."
The man's eyes were filled with frost as he pushed open the door and entered the ward, shutting Luoyu outside in a reverse manner.
Cold, bone-chilling cold.
A casual look from the Boss could make her knees weak and want to kneel.
He's still him, the Overlord of the South Sea, but he seems to be more sinister and domineering than before.
Only Li Qiao can make him look amiable.
Luoyu's gaze was complex, filled with unease.
Through the glass of the door, she could see Shang Yu walk to the window and gently rub Li Qiao's hair in a tender and gentle manner.
