Li Qiao set the group message to Do Not Disturb mode, exited WeChat, and then, leaning against the seatback, she silently curled up a smile.
"What's with that expression?" Shang Yu turned on the overhead light and caught a glimpse of Li Qiao's slightly sarcastic smile, toying with her slightly cold fingertips in his hand.
Li Qiao lifted her eyelids to look at the road ahead and answered playfully, "He's called everyone here."
Shang Yu's thick brows slightly rose as he pinched her soft, boneless hand, his voice rich and deep, "Coming to a conclusion wouldn't be so bad."
"Not contacting is the best conclusion," Li Qiao spread out her fingers, slipping them through the gaps of his, and cracked a faint smile, "Calling everyone to British Imperial doesn't sound like he wants to come to a conclusion."
Hearing this, Shang Yu turned his head lazily, his gaze sweeping over her abdomen, "Sleep a little more."
