Li Qiao looked at those three characters and Shang Yu's distinctive pure black profile picture, ripples of emotion arose in her doe eyes, and she couldn't help but smile.
She pondered for a few seconds, still chose not to type anything, and sent two more [withered roses].
This time, the chat messages came to a halt.
A full five minutes passed without a reply from Shang Yu.
With an expressionless face, Li Qiao locked her phone screen and flung it onto the tea table beside her.
Had she overdone the flirting, or was he too busy with official matters to reply?
Complex emotions fermented at the bottom of her heart, and Li Qiao's pretty face grew colder and increasingly tense.
Just then, the phone she had tossed on the table suddenly vibrated.
The others in the office also cast sidelong glances.
Li Qiao grabbed the phone. The screen displayed just one word: "Yan."
This was her unique note for Shang Yu.
