Shang Yu sat with his hands crossed on the table, patiently tilting his chin up to Li Qiao, "What do you want to say?"
She had been listless ever since returning that afternoon, a state of lethargy that was quite unusual for her.
At that moment, Li Qiao curled her lips into a smile, her gaze colliding with Shang Yu's dark pupils as she tested the waters, "Master Yan, what if I said I want to leave Yan Emperor...?"
Before she could finish her sentence, the smile at the corner of the man's lips faded, and his originally gentle gaze instantly turned deep and unfathomable.
Seeing this, Li Qiao sighed silently and lowered her head to make up an excuse, "I was just kidding, don't take it seriously. If there's nothing else, I'll go first."
Having said that, she turned around and fled.
In fact, Li Qiao had not yet made up her mind. Her rash probe was so difficult for her to articulate, let alone what the sensitive-minded Shang Yu might think.
