Li Qiao held her crystal glass and took a sip, her gaze, however, peered over the rim to survey the hint of a faint smile at the corner of Shang Yu's mouth.
Soon, she looked away, scanning around the Western restaurant before resetting her gaze on Shang Yu, she countered, "Indeed you want to make amends, but would Master Yan give you that chance?"
The young girl's manner of speaking was spirited and assertive, a far cry from her usual languor and weariness.
Shang Yu's thick brows slightly raised, he leaned back into the chair comfortably, lifting his arm to pick up a glass of lemon water and gestured to Li Qiao, "Here, you want it, you got it!"
Li Qiao smiled lightly, hearing these words from Shang Yu gave her an inexplicable feeling of being favored.
At the right moment, she snapped her fingers at the waiter to order the dishes.
Two portions of top-grade luxury steaks paired with various Michelin three-star soups were served, whetting one's appetite.
