Text message...
These two words made Li Qiao recall without surprise the night she left the British Imperial, when she had also received a cryptic text message.
Looking back now, perhaps it really wasn't Xiao Yehui's doing.
Seeing her silent, Su Moshi gently patted her hand, "Remember what I said?"
Li Qiao snapped back to reality, the corners of her lips curling into a slight smile, "Mhm."
At that moment, Yun Lih was sitting alone on the sofa, his right ankle resting on his left knee, his demeanor casual and relaxed, "It's been a long time since I've seen this scene."
No sooner had he spoken than Shen Qingye couldn't stand it anymore, clutching his chest and scooting to the side, glowering at Song Liao with indignation, "Stop slapping, just say it if you fucking want me dead."
Song Lao Liu glanced at him sideways, sizing him up rudely, "Doggy, your physical fitness... isn't quite up to snuff."
