Li Qiao was lounging lazily against the armrest, and with a glance from the corner of her eye, she turned to look at Shang Yu on the other side of the sofa.
The man's long legs, wrapped in his suit pants, elegantly crossed over each other as he leaned forward to grab the cigarette case and pulled out a cigarette to light.
The curling white smoke floated around, and the warm lighting seemed to blur the smoke into a warm yellow hue.
Outside the living room, there seemed to be people talking.
Li Qiao, with one hand propping up her forehead, looked down with her eyelashes half-drawn, a smile not quite reaching her face.
Soon after, Liuyun walked in.
He was still holding a courier document in his hand and said to Shang Yu as he handed it over, "Boss, someone delivered a courier document this evening, insisting that you must open it personally."
The man narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling onto the courier, "Who sent it?"
