At the same time, Li Qiao was still sitting in Shang Yu's suite, watching him drink soup.
The two seemed to have a tacit understanding and neither mentioned anything about what happened in Dian City.
Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu's sharply defined profile, pursing her lips, wanting to speak but hesitating.
The man was very perceptive and turned his eyes at the right moment, "What do you want to say?"
Li Qiao shook her head, "Nothing, I'll go back to my room first..."
Before she could finish, Shang Yu raised his thick eyebrows and narrowed his cold eyes slightly, "Not staying here?"
Li Qiao propped her chin, leisurely looking at him, "No, I still have things to do."
In the depth of the man's cold eyes, there was a profound glow, "Are you sure?"
"Of course."
Shang Yu's thin lips slightly curled as he set down the spoon, took her hand, and said smoothly, "Alright, I'll walk you back to your room."
So agreeable?
