Li Qiao glanced at the box of anesthetic needles, "You truly are his good brother."
He Chen tapped the table with his knuckles, "It's better than him hurting you and living with regrets."
Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, "Thanks."
Less than twenty minutes later, Li Qiao took the anesthetic needles and left the Portuguese Silver Underground Casino.
He Chen watched them leave and lit a cigarette under the corridor, his narrow gaze deep and distant.
In the car, Li Qiao looked at the anesthetic needle, curled her lips dismissively, and casually tossed it into the glove box of the passenger seat.
Luoyu glanced at her distractedly, "Madam, do we head back to the Mansion or to the company?"
"To the fund company first." Li Qiao reclined her seat and closed her eyes with a weary expression to rest.
...
When Xi Luo saw Li Qiao, she almost spit out her coffee.
She wiped her mouth with a tissue and scanned Li Qiao up and down, "How did you get so thin?"
