Li Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly and pointed her lips towards Luoyu, who stood in the distance, "I didn't lift a finger; Luoyu took care of it."
Upon hearing this, Shang Yu took a drag from his cigarette, the taut line of his lips relaxed somewhat, and his gaze gently landed on his knee, "Such matters should be left to her from now on, your hands aren't meant for fighting."
These hands, made for research, were slender like scallions, with delicate fingers, meant to be treasured and protected.
Having said that, the man's fingers threaded through the palm of Li Qiao's hand, enveloping her fingertips, gently stroking them.
After a few seconds of silence, Shang Yu glanced at her with a side look, his expression arrogantly narrowing his eyes, "Shall I take care of Tu Anliang for you?"
His words were both a question and laced with the unique assertiveness of Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea merchant.
Li Qiao gripped his hand back, shaking her head with a smile, "No need."
