However, before Li Qiao could reply to the message, Xia Siyu's call came through again.
"Did you see the WeChat message I sent you? Tell me you saw it!"
Li Qiao listened to her clearly excited voice and fell silent for a moment, "Yeah, I saw it."
"Ah—" Xia Siyu let out a marmot-like shriek, then immediately clutched her forehead and inhaled sharply from the pain, but she couldn't care less about her injury, and asked ecstatically, "Is it Huizai? Tell me quick, it's Huizai, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Upon receiving Li Qiao's confirmation, Xia Siyu let out another short cry, her delight obvious, "Holy shit, Big Brother is so badass, he's actually become Duke Charlman.
So that means he really didn't die, Qiaoqiao, our Big Brother isn't dead, he's alive!!"
Li Qiao felt as if a weight pressed down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
She rolled down the car window and subtly changed the subject, "How are your injuries?"
