Hearing the voice, Li San cast a glance, licked his cheek, and echoed in agreement, "Mm." Hopefully.
The last few words vanished between his lips and teeth.
Li San believed in Qiaoqiao's abilities, but he also understood Dan Min's strength better than Shang Yu did.
…
On the platform, Li Qiao, hearing Dan Min's question, didn't answer immediately. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Shang Yu below the stage, her gaze calm and far-reaching.
The sound of the crowd never ceased in her ears, as she locked eyes with the man in her view.
Li Qiao pursed her lips and looked back, and even without saying anything, Shang Yu understood the helpless yet resolute expression she conveyed through her eyes.
She was going to break her promise.
In an instant, the man's fist clenched, and his handsome profile was covered with a cold frostiness.
Li Qiao gave him a small smile, withdrew her gaze, faced Dan Min, and without another word, threw a punch.
