That night, Shang Yu did not return.
Li Qiao was so tired that she fell asleep before eleven.
Meanwhile, at the Portuguese Silver Underground Casino.
He Chen's long legs were propped up on the table, with a few buttons undone at his collar, smoking casually.
In the corner, He Ao was facing the wall, reflecting for six hours with his head drooping.
"Buzz buzz——"
A vibration broke the silence of the office. He Chen picked up his phone and, with a light teasing tone, answered, "Why are you calling me instead of being with a woman at this hour?"
On the other end of the call was Shang Yu.
The man said a few low words, and He Chen raised his eyebrows unintentionally, "He found you?"
Although He Ao had his back to He Chen, he could clearly hear something off in his brother's tone.
Before long, He Chen coldly sneered and said, "Okay, got it. You don't need to worry, I'll handle it myself."
After hanging up, he tossed the phone onto the desk, "He Ao."
