Before long, Li Qiao returned to the laboratory.
The sky had gradually darkened; it was approaching eight in the evening.
She said farewell to Shang Yu inside the car, and before leaving, she looked back at him, "You and Yun Lih... didn't agree to fight, did you?"
The scene of them confronting each other earlier had been interrupted by her, and based on what Li Qiao knew about Yun Lih, it was very likely they would arrange to fight in private.
At this moment, the warm light shone into Shang Yu's eyes as he looked at Li Qiao's doubtful expression. He raised his hand to smooth the stray hair by her ear, his thin lips curving slightly, "No, I don't have time."
His implication was that even if Yun Lih asked him for a private fight, Shang Yu might not agree to see him.
Upon hearing this, Li Qiao suppressed a smile and leaned over to peck his face before getting out of the car, "Then I'm off, good night."
