Shang Yu supported her shoulders and slightly pulled back to create some distance, his gaze full of affection, "Haven't had dinner yet?"
Li Qiao shook her head, "I went to the hospital to see Charles, his injuries weren't serious, and he gave me a notebook."
"Went for a drink at the vineyard?" The man's tone shifted, his deep eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of displeasure.
Li Qiao glanced at the messy test papers on the ground and curled her lip, "What do you think?"
Shang Yu rubbed the top of her head and, with one hand in his pocket, turned and led her downstairs.
…
After dinner, the time had passed half-past eight.
Li Qiao and Shang Yu were sitting in the study, with the vintage desk lamp illuminating the stock trading notes.
"The third letter of each word contains dots and dashes of Morse code."
Li Qiao pointed at the neat handwriting and turned a page, where the lamp's light clearly revealed some letters with emphasized strokes.
