Qiu Huan's lips twitched as he lit a cigarette and told himself to stay calm.
He wasn't really going to ask Li Qiao for any compensation; at most, he was just feeling a bit resentful and wanted to vent with some harsh words.
In the end, Li Qiao treated him to dinner, and Qiu Huan didn't make any more fuss about it.
...
By the time they finished dinner, it was almost nine o'clock.
Li Qiao had to work overtime the next day and had left some belongings in her dormitory, so she headed back to the Renhe dormitory after the meal ended.
On the mansion's platform, Qiu Huan, smoking, touched the gauze on his face and hissed from time to time.
"Approaching Nan Xin proactively—what do you intend to do?"
At that moment, Shang Yu sat reclined, his slender fingers gracefully lifting the teacup for a sip and directing an inquiring gaze at Qiu Huan.
Qiu Huan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You can tell?"
