Li Qiao and Luoyu did not stay in the funeral parlor too long; within less than ten minutes, the pair had left the store.
Luoyu casually pulled down the roller shutter and turned around when she heard a rush of footsteps accompanied by a low call, "Xiao Li, Xiao Li."
Li Qiao followed the voice and saw Mo Qi running towards them.
Gasping for air, he steadied himself and then repeatedly patted his chest, "Xiao Li, I finally found you."
"What's the matter?"
Li Qiao leaned casually against the car door, eying the sweat on Mo Qi's forehead with indifference, and slightly sneered.
After catching his breath, Mo Qi glanced covertly at Luoyu and then stepped forward, whispering to Li Qiao, "The teacher sent me. I had no hope at first, but I didn't expect you would really be here."
