After Liuyun left, Shang Yu just happened to return to the living room from upstairs.
The stray hairs on his forehead hung in front of his eyes somewhat messily, and his eyes radiated exhaustion.
Li Qiao nestled on the sofa opposite him, tilting her head to examine, "Master Yan, did you not sleep last night?"
At that moment, the man sat down with a heavy slump, his legs crossed in front of him, arms extended and resting on the back of the chair, head tilted back slightly, "Slept on the plane."
"Then do you want to catch up on some sleep? I will..."
Before she finished speaking, the man was already gazing at Li Qiao with half-closed eyes, his tone lazy, "Don't want to keep me company?"
Li Qiao: "..." Was that what she meant?
Seeing she didn't speak, Shang Yu slowly closed his eyes, his tone much lighter, "If you have something to do, then go."
He seemed to be getting moody!
