Li Qiao didn't go to disturb him, leaning against the sliding window quietly watching the man.
Separated by just a window, Li Qiao clearly heard his last sentence, "The person is in the South Sea, if he wants to find me, let him come himself."
Shang Yu let go of the phone after hanging up and, with one hand pocketed, gazed leisurely towards South Sea Mountain, puffing out smoke rings.
Perhaps sensing something unusual behind him, he turned slightly and saw Li Qiao's figure bathed in soft glimmer through the warm light of the study.
The man pinched out his cigarette and came in through the opened window.
The cold wind was biting, messing up Li Qiao's half-dried long hair.
Shang Yu closed the window without much thought, his handsome face visibly darkened, "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Li Qiao, catching the smell of tobacco on him, naturally changed the topic, "Aren't you done with work yet?"
