Hearing that, Li San tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "She's busy."
Li Qiao caught the restlessness in Li San's eyes through the rearview mirror, curled her lips, and leaned into Shang Yu's embrace.
...
That afternoon, Li Qiao returned to the dormitory with Mo Jue and made a phone call to Ah Chang, asking him to come to the factory after dark.
Outside the building, Shang Yu and Li San chatted casually while smoking, "How many days can you stay this time?"
The man, dressed in a black overcoat that fell past his knees, casually pocketed one hand, his tall figure a scenery of its own, "Around two days."
Li San took a drag of his cigarette, hands on his hips as he twisted his neck, "I can't help with Parma, so don't be polite with me at the border."
Shang Yu met his gaze, pressing down the corner of his mouth, and responded faintly, "Mm, how's the factory been recently?"
