After dinner, Li Qiao politely declined Shang Yu's offer to drive her home herself.
She got into Luoyu's car, waved goodbye to the figure outside the window.
She had no idea when he would be able to return from Parma.
After all, the bombing of Shang Lu's cruise ship didn't sound like an accident.
As the Mansion gradually shrank from view, Li Qiao couldn't help but sigh softly.
Hopefully, he would return sooner rather than later.
...
At nine in the morning, Luoyu parked the car under the apartment building in Elegant Villa Garden.
As Li Qiao got out of the car, she turned back to Luoyu and said indifferently, "You can go back, there's no need to follow me today."
She was going to her grandfather's birthday celebration, a occasion where Luoyu's presence wouldn't be appropriate.
Little did she know—
"This is my job," Luoyu replied matter-of-factly, his tone not harsh, but somewhat biting.
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows nonchalantly and curved her lips, "Then suit yourself."
