At that moment, Li Qiao was also sitting with her legs crossed, her elbow propping up her forehead as her eyes coolly fell upon Li San's face, "I agree."
The implication was clear, what use was it for him to disagree?
Li San's throat constricted, and with a stern face, he glared at her, "You go out first, I want to talk to Mr. Shang alone."
Li Qiao furrowed her brows and turned to look at Shang Yu.
The man gently lowered his eyes, pinching her fingertips and instructing, "Go ahead, but don't go far."
Li Qiao complied, not insisting any further.
She left the hospital room with Liuyun and Luoyu, her gaze sweeping over the bathroom as she closed the door.
She had no idea what Nan Xin was up to, staying shut in there without coming out.
Inside the hospital room, there was a silent stillness.
Li San slowly shifted his waist and abdomen on the hospital bed, finding a comfortable position before sighing, "Why does it have to be Li Qiao?"
