Li Qiao hung up the phone with an indifferent face. What use was her conscience?!
Shang Yu lazily watched her, and although he hadn't heard their conversation clearly, he could tell the other party was a man.
He looked down to adjust his cuffs, stepped across the threshold, and said in a deep voice, "A friend from Myanmar?"
Li Qiao's phone vibrated again, and she glanced at it to find it was the same number. She straightforwardly hung up, then looked up at the unchanging handsome face of the man, "Not from Myanmar, he sells fried rice in Scarlet City."
The Flame Alliance boss who sells fried rice: "..."
What do you mean 'sells fried rice'? That fried rice stand is his family's heritage, okay!
Upon hearing this, Shang Yu slightly raised an eyebrow, "A man?"
Li Qiao was about to nod when she saw his mysterious expression. She held back a laugh and calmly nodded, "Yes, a man, almost forty."
The Flame Alliance boss in Scarlet City, who was only twenty-nine: "..."
