The moon hung high in the sky, the depths of the lawn especially tranquil.
Li Qiao put down her suitcase and took a seat beside Shang Yu again. She crossed her legs and lowered her eyes, but her peripheral vision was sneakily fixed on the man.
At that moment, Qiu Huan looked around and focused on the suitcase.
He was extremely curious about what a pair of two hundred million cufflinks looked like.
So, while Shang Yu leaned forward to stub out his cigarette, Qiu Huan slyly reached for the suitcase, attempting to get a preview.
"Take your hand off." Suddenly, a deep voice landed in Qiu Huan's ear.
His palm trembled, and he looked at Shang Yu across from him, pursing his lips in resignation and withdrawing his hand, "Shaoyan, you're not going to open it and take a look at the two million cufflinks?"
The man gave him a look, exhaled the last wisp of smoke, and with a faint smile in his eyes turned to Li Qiao, his voice low and slow, "Why are you not talking?"
