Li Qiao tapped the ground with one leg and swiveled the bar stool to look behind her.
At that moment, the roaring man was still cursing and swearing, his eyes bloodshot like blood itself, his overall state slightly crazed.
The wooden door he had kicked open was hanging by a thread, with the doorstop broken, and the door panel seemed ready to fall off any moment.
Li Qiao's expression remained indifferent as her gaze wandered to the private room's inner chamber, where, through a half-meter gap, that familiar silhouette entered her sight.
Shang Yu sat on the private room's curved sofa, one arm casually placed along the back, while the other hand brought a cigarette to his lips, puffing away.
His posture was lazy and wildly unrestrained.
The appearance and yelling of the roaring man seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.
The swirling mist dispersed, blurring his sharp and handsome features; Li Qiao couldn't see clearly, yet this only intensified an irresistible itch in her heart.
"Is that man really Shang Shaoyan?"
Wen Shi still held the cocktail shaker while both he and Li Qiao murmured as they looked in the direction of the private room.
In the vast South Sea, there should be no one who does not know the name Shang Shaoyan.
His Yan Emperor Group encompassed numerous industries including pharmaceuticals, technology, military, banking, and artificial intelligence.
The group's industry portfolio virtually supported the entire economic development of the South Sea.
Such a man indeed deserved the title 'Overlord of the South Sea.'
Li Qiao seemingly didn't hear Wen Shi's words. She peered at the cigarette in Shang Yu's hand; her gaze followed his movements and landed on his thin lips.
His lips were thin, tinged with a faint pink. Even when smoking, the line of his lips was sharp, and when he expelled the smoke, he would narrow his deep-set eyes, appearing proud and domineering.
Li Qiao watched intently, perhaps too intensely, because when he leaned forward to stub out his cigarette, he arched an eyebrow and turned his head slightly, causing their gazes to unexpectedly collide.
In the confusion of neon lights and the elegant, quiet slow bar, when their eyes met at that moment, unknown emotions fluttered before them like musical notes.
He had seen her!
Li Qiao boldly met his gaze, showing no embarrassment of being caught or any attempt to hide.
Shang Yu's countenance grew somber as he averted his gaze, and the next second, he put his crossed legs down and got up to leave the private room.
From start to finish, he had not given a single glance to the roaring man. His tall figure quickly disappeared at the slow bar's exit.
At that moment, two eye-catching men walked out of the private room. One of them patted the roaring man's shoulder and lamented, "Buddy, your courage is commendable!"
The other looked at the roaring man with a cool gaze, his voice mocking, "Didn't you want to know about your big brother's whereabouts? Let's go outside and talk."
It seemed like the farce had come to an end.
Countless people silently watched the direction in which Shang Yu left, looking on.
Was that stunningly handsome man the enigmatic Shang Shaoyan?
In less than a minute, the roaring man was taken away, and it seemed as though the atmosphere in the slow bar had returned to its original tranquility and harmony.
Li Qiao tugged at her lips, turned towards the direction of the bar's liquor cabinet, and took a sip of her Mojito. The taste of alcohol was very light, with a tangy bite, much like the cryptic glance Shang Yu had just given her.
At that moment, the sound of Ling Kuo's footsteps approached from behind, a shadow enveloping her from above, and Li Qiao heard a sentence: "Miss Li, Master Yan invites you."
Li Qiao paused with her drink still in hand and turned her head lazily. Oh, it was a bodyguard, one she had seen in the afternoon at Green Garden.
Undeniably, tonight's look in the bodyguard's eyes held more scrutiny and curiosity as he looked at Li Qiao. Being by Master Yan's side for so long, Li Qiao was the first girl he had personally asked to meet.