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Li Qiao couldn't be bothered to expend any more energy thinking about Shang Qiongying's affairs.
After all, as Shang Fu's aunt, the two of them were probably tarred with the same brush.
After a night of good dreams, the next day, at seven-thirty in the morning.
Li Qiao walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.
She wiped her hair methodically, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the wound on her shoulder.
The swelling had gone down, and the bruising had faded considerably.
The external wound trial medicine from Yan Emperor was indeed remarkably effective.
Li Qiao shuffled forward a few steps in her slippers, then paused, heading to the bed to retrieve her phone from under the pillow. Besides a few news alerts, there was still no message from Yun Lih.
What's going on?
Li Qiao sat down as a matter of course and opened her contacts to dial Yun Lih's number again.
No answer.
