Shang Yu slightly pursed his lips, picked up the cigarette from the ground, and tossed it onto the table, his voice laced with a smile, "Sounds like, indeed not a qualified capitalist."
Li Qiao watched as the man took out another cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the couch, her gaze sly, "Right, so I have to stay and help Su Lao Si solve this problem."
She paused for a few seconds, shifted her gaze away, and looked down at her nails, "Before the trouble is resolved, I probably won't return to the South Sea."
Shang Yu blew out a puff of smoke, a thin fog lingering around him, he turned his head to look at Li Qiao, his lips curving with underlying meaning: "Can you go back once it's resolved?"
"Maybe." Li Qiao arched her eyebrows and met his gaze, the laughter in her eyes growing stronger.
The man squinted his eyes with a mysterious expression, "Hmm, remember to tell me if you need help."
