Twenty minutes later, Li Qiao returned to the South Sea Mansion.
During dinner, she chewed her food, her gaze involuntarily falling on the man sitting opposite her.
Perhaps her stare was too obvious, because Shang Yu lifted his eyelids, catching her slightly stunned expression and raised an eyebrow, "Why aren't you eating properly, staring at me like that?"
Li Qiao put down her chopsticks, rested her arms on the edge of the table and crossed them, "Going to the Secret Hall tomorrow, any precautions I should know about? Do you want to tell me in advance?"
She had long been curious about the Secret Hall, not to mention that it was an extremely secretive force behind him; presumably, it wasn't a place one could enter at will.
At this moment, Shang Yu's thin lips curved into a slight arc, his deep eyes hiding a smile, "Nothing special, you can do whatever you want."
Li Qiao blinked, her face showing suspicion, "Really?"
That casual?
