Li Qiao took the car keys from Luoyu's hand and drove to the parking lot.
Approaching two o'clock in the afternoon, she sat in the car, lost in thought. Even after calming down, her mind involuntarily revisited everything that had happened at the Mansion earlier.
In particular, the scene where the man, wearing a shirt, cornered her in the elevator, wild and rakish, more captivating than ever before.
Li Qiao's hands rested on the steering wheel, and she naturally propped her chin on her wrists, as if savoring, as if coy, the more she thought about it, the redder her face became.
After about five minutes, she slowly got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and as she turned around, about a dozen meters away, Academician Jiang and Lian Zhen were standing there, deep in thought, eyeing her.
Li Qiao: "..."
A gust of wind blew past, ruffling the wisps of hair at her temples.
Li Qiao reached up to tidy them, walking over with composure.
