A few seconds later, Shang Yu noticed something amiss. He hooked Li Qiao's shoulder and walked into the office, gesturing for Luoyu and Zong Yue to wait outside.
The two breathed a sigh of relief as if granted amnesty, took the phone Li Qiao handed them, and ran to the tea room.
In the office lounge, Li Qiao glanced at the desk piled high with documents and furrowed her brows, "Still busy?"
The man sat down beside her, his long legs slowly crossing, his arm resting on the back of the chair behind him, stretching his muscles, "Almost done."
Li Qiao tilted her head, gazing at Shang Yu's well-defined profile, "If I hadn't come, would you have continued to work tonight?"
She had thought the man encountered a tricky problem, which is why he hadn't returned home in a day and a night. She came to the Yan Emperor just to confirm if something unexpected had happened again that she didn't know about.
