Li Qiao paused to think for a moment, her eyes brimming with a smile, "Not yet, has Master Yan eaten?"
Shang Yu did not answer and simply turned his gaze toward her slowly, his cool eyes deep, still, and without a ripple.
Li Qiao met the man's gaze, his exquisite features highlighted and three-dimensional in the sunlight shining through the window, but the slight pursing of his lips and the crease between his thick eyebrows all spelled displeasure.
Knowing she was in the wrong, Li Qiao took a soft-hearted step forward, her hands propped on the edge of the large desk as she leaned in with a smile to explain, "You weren't here when I left; I'll let you know in advance the next time I go out."
Shang Yu reached out to crush the cigarette butt in the ashtray, languidly lifted his eyelids, and with a slight tilt of his chin toward the direction of the coffee table, he spoke in a somewhat helpless tone, "Go heat up the food."
