It was unclear how long he had been waiting here, with the car covered in traces of rainwater.
Li Qiao cleared her throat, forcing a smile as she approached and slid into the passenger seat.
Inside the car, the smell of smoke was strong.
Li Qiao first looked back to ensure that there was no one in the back seat, then turned to meet the man's gaze, "Why did you come?"
She did not know beforehand that Shang Yu would come.
Lately, she had been helping Song Lao Liu with Mo Jue's affair, often leaving early and returning late, collapsing into sleep as soon as she got home, and it seemed like it had been a long time since she had been alone with him.
At this moment, Shang Yu turned on the dome light, observing the weariness between Li Qiao's brows, his thin lips pursed, and his voice was very husky, "Tired?"
Once everything had settled down, exhaustion crept silently over her limbs and body.
