Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu with a guilty conscience, coughed twice, stretched out her hand to pat the bed, and signaled for him to sit down, "Why has Master Yan come?"
The man stood tall and erect, making the room seem cramped and oppressive.
Not to mention his intimidating presence, as well as his cool, piercing eyes. Anyone could tell he was extremely displeased right now.
Shang Yu ignored her gesture to pat the bed, his lips pressed tightly together, his Adam's apple moving over his covered eyelids.
The atmosphere grew tense for a moment, and Li Qiao glanced at him, silently lifting the blanket, planning to get out of bed.
But, the man stepped forward just in time, walked to the side of the bed, and sat down, his rough fingers pinching her chin, his eyes deep, his voice even lower, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"
