About fifteen minutes later, Li Qiao had finished the two cans of beer on the table.
She stood up and approached the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the dense, dark night, fingering her phone, and opened her contacts list.
Having come to an understanding about many things, Li Qiao suddenly wanted to call Shang Yu and hear his voice.
However, before she could dial the number, the doorbell of Tangxi Garden rang unexpectedly.
Li Qiao paused in motion, a trace of confusion flashing through her eyes.
The villa at Tangxi Garden was her own domain.
Besides Li San, not even her parents knew about it. Who would come over at this time?
Li Qiao stood still, but the insistent sound of the doorbell continued to ring in her ears.
After a few seconds of thought, she returned to the coffee table, took an elastic band, and tied her half-dried hair behind her head, her gaze cold as she walked toward the garden outside.
