Charm Shadow Car, Li Qiao leaned into the seat, a faint smell of tobacco mixed with the man's lingering scent rushed to her nose.
As usual, he was sitting in the car with his legs crossed, looking at documents, his well-proportioned fingers hooked around a diamond pen, signing his name fluidly.
Li Qiao slumped against the leather seat, her elbow resting on the top of the chair back, her lips curling slowly, "Did Master Yan come especially for me?"
The driver in the front row quickly glanced at the rearview mirror, noting that this young lady seemed even bolder after a few days' absence.
Her tone when speaking to their young master was as if they were old acquaintances.
She probably hadn't seen the master's hands bloodied, his temper wild and unbridled.
At that moment, Shang Yu stopped writing, placed the documents on the small table, and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Have you been fighting with others?"
His tone was like that of a parent asking routinely.
