Li Qiao curled her lips and spoke with mock seriousness, "Maybe I'm just bored."
Li San, who was secretly smoking downstairs, felt a chill at the back of his head.
He suspected that it was Nan Xin cursing him.
That damned guy still hadn't shown up to finish dinner at the Li Family home. As Li San smoked, he contemplated whether he should take the initiative to track the man down and drag him back home for a good thrashing before anything else.
...
That night, at half-past eight.
Li Guangming invited Shang Yu downstairs for tea.
Outside the window, the dense night was like an overturned inkstone, with only a crescent moon reflected in the sky.
At this moment, Li Guangming, taking a sip from his teacup, subtly glanced at his watch. It was almost nine o'clock; was this man still not leaving?
After a thought, he put down his teacup and mustered the courage to say, "Shaoyan, it's getting late, maybe... "
