Luoyu gazed at Li Qiao with a composed look, shaking her head, "I'm not in a hurry, these injuries are trivial, please be assured, Miss Li."
Too polite!
To this day, Luoyu had shed her sharp edges, and her overly respectful tone towards Li Qiao made her feel uncomfortable.
Li Qiao paused, her fingertips grazing the corner of her lips, "Then let's go, but I need to run an errand."
"Please, I'll drive."
Li Qiao gave her a lukewarm glance, well well, now she's being addressed with honorifics.
Although she hadn't spent much time with Luoyu, Li Qiao was very aware of her stubborn temperament.
Li Qiao didn't correct her, tossing her car keys to Luoyu she spoke while walking, "South City funeral supplies shop."
It was a shop owned by Jiugong himself, selling simple funeral supplies.
Before long, Luoyu drove Li Qiao's Mercedes along the navigated route, heading towards South City.
...
It took nearly an hour before the car entered the South City Old Street district.
