Yu Qingliu did not say anything.
Joseph sighed softly. He had expected this, but he was still a little disappointed.
He turned around and walked out of the dining room. Yu Qingliu looked up and suddenly lost her appetite.
Ten hours later
The night came, and rain fell from the sky.
Yu Qingliu stood in front of the window with a glass of red wine in his hand. The wind and rain poured in from the window, causing him to feel uneasy.
He reached out to close the window. When he heard the knock on the door, he turned around and put down the red wine. He took a napkin to wipe the rain off his hands and went to open the door.
When she opened the door, she saw two people standing outside-one of them was the one who went to the restaurant to look for Joseph in the morning-and Yu Qingliu was slightly surprised and nervous.
What were they doing here? Could it be that he wanted to kill him?
