In the Bowling Private Room, Shang Yu's tall and concealed figure slowly stopped near the resting area, pulled out a chair with one hand, and sat down.
At this time, the man sitting opposite Shang Yu had an excessively glamorous face.
Dressed in a casual shirt and pants, with one leg resting on his knee, he shook the tip of his foot, "You're late."
With his cheeks half-drooped, Shang Yu curled up his shirt sleeves, glanced at the chair beside him, and said to Li Qiao, "Come and sit."
Li Qiao wasn't vague about it, her toes hooked the leg of the chair, and she directly sat down.
The man who had been standing and ignored looked around, leaned forward, and pointed back at his own nose, "Shang Shaoyan, I was just asking you a question. Did you not see me?"
Hearing this, Li Qiao's gaze flickered. To be able to call Shang Yu by his name, their relationship must be out of the ordinary.
