In the afternoon, Li Qiao and Xi Luo had a light meal at a Western restaurant. Before two o'clock, she strolled into the Yan Emperor Headquarters Building across the street.
On the top floor, One Zero One, the strict work atmosphere was as usual.
In the chairman's office, Shang Yu was on the phone. Hearing a knock, he said in a deep voice, "Come in."
Li Qiao pushed the door open with one hand. Seeing him holding a mobile phone, she leaned casually against the door frame and arched her eyebrows.
The man cast a glance from behind his desk, silently curved his lips, and spread his palm toward her.
Li Qiao walked over, slapped his hand across the table, and just as she was about to find a seat, Shang Yu's resonant voice came, "Accept the invitation as Lawrence."
After he spoke, he hung up the phone, carelessly placed it on the table, leaned back in his chair, looked at her with a smile, and asked, "Not busy this afternoon?"
