Last night, at half past nine.
The car slowly stopped, and Li Qiao saw the mansion embedded in the mountains, radiating a warm yellow halo, and her gaze lingered.
In fact, on her way from Sleepless City, she had noticed that the car was not heading towards the Li Family on Huanan Road.
As expected, they arrived at the South Sea Mansion.
Li Qiao looked at the night-shrouded South Sea Mountain; the layered peaks were like an ink wash painting under the stars and moonlight.
The man, Shang Yu, with his black and tall figure, stood in front of the stylish mansion like a character painted in the moonlit night.
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at Li Qiao across the dim light.
The moment their eyes met, Li Qiao didn't hesitate to get out of the car, quickening her pace over the short distance of ten-odd meters.
She stopped, looked up, and her thoughts spilled out of her eyes.
