Li Qiao flicked her hand, flinging the empty beer can towards the switch by the door, and with a click, the light came on, the sudden illumination making her squint uncomfortably.
Through the lens, Shang Yu looked at her tipsy cheeks, his thick eyebrows arched slightly, "What did you do at the headquarters?"
Taking a couple of sips of beer, Li Qiao said with profound meaning, "Confirmed something."
The man's thin lips parted slightly, his voice, moistened by the alcohol, becoming even more mellow, "Not happy?"
"I wouldn't say that," Li Qiao smoothed out her brow as she shifted her gaze to the pitch-black night, "I actually guessed it already."
She wasn't going to dwell on Yin Mo's business, since she couldn't change certain established facts. Thinking too much was just self-imposed distress.
On the other end of the video, Shang Yu took a few sips, then looked back at Li Qiao and asked in a deep voice, "Did you take Luoyu with you when you went out?"
