Qiu Huan laughed bitterly and stood up, pushing his chair aside as he strode across the lawn to the other side.
In the distance, he heard Shang Yu speaking indulgently, "Even if you want to drink, you shouldn’t have too much brandy."
Qiu Huan sneered and walked faster, to hell with so-called good brothers, they’re all unfaithful dogs blinded by lust.
Not long after Qiu Huan left, Li Qiao took the opportunity to glance at the man’s watch, "What time is it?"
Shang Yu replied, "Not yet four." He observed the girl’s indifferent expression, "Do you have plans tonight?"
Li Qiao nodded and pinched her earlobe lightly, her lips curling carelessly as she said, "Mm, a college farewell banquet."
"What time does it start? Let Liuyun take you there." Shang Yu casually picked up a cigarette box from the table, taking one out to twirl between his fingers, "Don’t drink at the gathering, and remember to report to the board of directors at eight tomorrow morning."
Li Qiao’s eyes darted to the bottle on the table, a faint smile on her lips, "Master Yan forgot, I never drink in front of strangers."
She wasn’t lying about drinking; indeed, it depended on the company she kept.
Just now, watching Shang Yu sip his drink, she felt an itch in her heart and poured herself a glass.
She wanted to taste his drink, to see if it was as rich and intoxicating as he was.
And that statement seemed to have pleased the man.
Shang Yu glanced at Li Qiao, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing, his sharp features softening more and more, "Did anyone besides Zhang Leshan give you a hard time at the police station?"
Li Qiao shook her head, saying there was no such thing, casually taking a slice of fruit, "The other officers were just following orders; it’s not their fault."
After speaking, she paused for a moment, "Master Yan, can I borrow your phone for a bit?"
Shang Yu took out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to her, "Where’s your phone?"
Li Qiao took it, opening the call log as she explained, "I was in a rush coming out of the police station and forgot it. I’ll go back for it later, and pick someone up on the way."
The phone’s call record was currently on the recent calls page.
Li Qiao instinctively wanted to click on the keypad icon at the bottom right, but as her gaze casually swept the screen, it suddenly caught an unexpected name.
Shang Yu’s call log wasn’t long, and with just a glance, Li Qiao saw her number listed under the unusual nickname.
Li Qiao’s breath hitched, her heartbeat suddenly out of rhythm.
A few seconds later, she calmly opened the dial pad and entered Tang Yiting’s number manually.
While waiting for the call to connect, Li Qiao held the phone and turned away to gaze at the distant Inner River, a slow smile spreading on one side of her mouth, unable to suppress her amusement.
Soon, Tang Yiting answered the phone, her voice laced with caution, "Hello—Who is this?"
Li Qiao restrained her smile, speaking in a subdued voice, "It’s me."
"Qiaoqiao?" Tang Yiting called out tentatively, and upon hearing Li Qiao’s confirmation, she suddenly exclaimed, "Holy shit, whose premium sequential number is this?"
Li Qiao lowered her gaze and sighed, then quickly changed the subject, "Come pick me up at Nineveh Clubhouse."
"What? You left me alone in the design studio just to indulge yourself at Nineveh Clubhouse? Li Xiaoqiao, is that fair?"
She hastily insisted that she come quickly and hung up the phone.
At that moment, Shang Yu sat back lazily, legs crossed, his slightly open collar exuding wildness and nonchalance, lighting the cigarette between his long fingers, "Why not let Liuyun drive you?"
Li Qiao placed the phone on the table, "Tang Yiting also needs to attend the farewell banquet tonight, it’s more convenient for me to go with her."