At the entrance, Qiu Huan, Shang Yu, and a somewhat familiar yet strange man paused, with Liuyun and the others standing behind them.
The waiter hadn't expected anyone to be in the room and was caught off guard for a long moment, somewhat at a loss.
The atmosphere had become extremely awkward.
Upon seeing the situation inside the lounge, Qiu Huan couldn't help but frown deeply.
It was because Xiao Yeyan was standing right in front of Li Qiao, his tall figure completely shielding her.
And that slightly bending posture could, no matter how one looked at it, be misinterpreted as intimate.
Qiu Huan, hands on hips, leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe and glanced at the man by his side whose facial contours suddenly tensed, shaking his head helplessly and sighing.
He was truly defeated.
The South Sea wasn't large, but it was definitely not small either—at least not so small that he would randomly encounter Li Qiao being lovey-dovey with another man while dining out.
