Yun Lih's pupils abruptly constricted, and as his Adam's apple bobbed, he turned his gaze toward Li Qiao's shoulder, "Is it serious?"
Li Qiao shook her head faintly, tugging at Shang Yu's wrist, then asked, "I'm not hurt, just bumped a little. Yun Lih and I were about to have dinner, care to join us?"
The man's gaze still rested on Yun Lih, his eyes as deep as a cold pond were full of sharpness. After a long silence, he redirected his gaze to Li Qiao, his lips still taut. His eyelids drooped, as if in silent consent.
Compared to him, Yun Lih, because of accidentally hurting Li Qiao, seemed a bit subdued, his brows and eyes momentarily losing their usual force.
...
Crystal Garden.
The Yan Emperor's convoy entered the VIP parking lot one after another, with an incredibly eye-catching lake-blue Ferrari trailing at the end.
Yun Lih parked the car, peering in Li Qiao's direction from across several car bodies.
