By 1:30 in the afternoon, Li Qiao and her friends were still sitting in the private room, drinking tea and chatting.
Her eyes were cast downward, occasionally swiping the screen, absentmindedly playing games.
Her phone buzzed with two messages, both from Gu Chenn.
Gu Chenn: [Image]
Gu Chenn: As you can see, your front gate is rusty.
Li Qiao leaned on her hand, looking at the message he sent with lips pursed impatiently.
She turned her head towards the man beside her, whose lazy posture and the faint smoke blurring his handsome features added an unintentionally sharp sense of sensuality.
Li Qiao gazed at him a bit too long, and Shang Yu, sensing something, slightly tilted his head, "What's up?"
"Gu Chenn's arrived at the manor. You guys keep talking; I need to go back for a bit."
Shang Yu's brow furrowed slightly, he extinguished his cigarette, "Hmm, together."
