Shang Zonghai pondered for a moment, his deep gaze gradually becoming lucid, "Is it the young man that Ning Yuanhang brought to the Shang family’s old house before?"
Ning Yuanhang, Chief of Parma.
About seven or eight years ago, two strangers suddenly appeared in the Tribal Chief’s Mansion of Ning Yuanhang.
An elderly elder, and a sickly young man.
Shang Zonghai remembered this incident.
His confidant nodded vigorously, eyes still brimming with ecstasy, "Exactly, exactly, it’s him."
Hearing this, Shang Yu and Shang Zonghai exchanged glances, their expressions no longer as imposing as before.
Shang Zonghai fiddled with the Buddha Beads, lamenting, "I didn’t expect this Qin Si to be so low-profile normally, yet in a critical moment, he stepped forward."
As he spoke, he turned to his confidant, confirming repeatedly, "That brat really is unharmed?"
The confidant let out a relieved sigh, nodding and whispering, "Master Yan, rest assured, I heard the Second Master’s voice on the phone just now, and he asked me to send his regards to you."
"Hmph, this no-account cur." Although Shang Zonghai was cursing, his demeanor was much brighter, "Since he’s fine, then the return flight should proceed as originally planned.
Also, tell the butler from me to not let Shang Lu go out for the time being, have someone watch him, and we’ll discuss everything else once I’m back."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Shang Yu slightly lowered his gaze, some loose strands of hair falling across his forehead and eyes, "I’ll return with you tomorrow."
Shang Zonghai cast a surprised glance at him, his peripheral vision discreetly checking Li Qiao, "Very well, we’ll set off tomorrow morning."
It wasn’t long before Shang Zonghai followed his confidant to the tea room.
In the living room, Li Qiao sat beside Shang Yu, still clutching that green gourd bottle, "What time is your flight with your uncle tomorrow morning?"
"Ten o’clock." Shang Yu glanced sideways at her, catching sight of her medicine bottle, and said in a deep voice, "Apply the medicine."
Li Qiao’s palm tightened, clutching the medicine bottle, she raised an eyebrow, "I can do it myself, my hand isn’t injured..."
At her words, Shang Yu’s lips curled into a smile, leaning back in his armchair, "Mhm, just remember not to use too much, the medicine is quite potent."
Medicine in the experimental stage naturally had better effects than what was available on the market, that much common sense she did know.
Li Qiao rubbed the cold medicine bottle, then leaned against the sofa, gazing at the man’s striking and handsome profile, "Master Yan, how long will you stay in Parma this time?"
Shang Yu’s eyebrows relaxed, leaning back in the chair, he slowly turned his head, allowing Li Qiao to once again see the mole at the corner of his left eye, making her want to touch it.
"Not sure, do you want to go?"
Li Qiao’s eyes lightened up, yet she shook her head with a smile, "I kind of want to, but not this time. Grandfather’s big birthday celebration is tomorrow, Saturday, I can’t miss it."
Otherwise, her grand old man could mobilize the whole family to give her countless life-or-death calls until she showed up.
Shang Yu lowered his eyelids in understanding, drawing back his gaze and half-closing his eyes, his tone lazy, "Then next time, when there’s a chance."
After dinner, Luoyu took Li Qiao to the guest room on the second floor, which by coincidence, was right next to the tea room.
Staying overnight at the South Sea Mansion was quite a novelty for Li Qiao.
The room had a suite layout, the design simple, with a dark grey palette that matched the warm lighting—aesthetic befitting Shang Yu.
Li Qiao closed the door, briefly surveying her surroundings, with a large floor-to-ceiling window and an external view balcony on the southern side of the room.
She opened the window, leaned on the balcony railing, and sighed as she looked out towards the dark mountains in the distance.