Not long after, Shang Yu waved his hand with a cool glint in his eyes, and Luoyu and Liuyun left, one after the other.
Li Qiao sat on the couch, watching Luoyu's retreating figure, and nonchalantly curled the corner of her mouth.
In the adjacent meeting room, Liuyun closed the door with the back of his hand and looked at Luoyu with a helpless frown, "Why did you have to rub Master Yan the wrong way as soon as you got back?"
Luoyu had been working in Parma for the past six months, and if it hadn't been for Zhui Feng's accident and her hurried deployment, she might not have returned any time soon.
Liuyun himself hadn't expected that Luoyu would dare to be disrespectful to Miss Li in front of Master Yan.
