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In a room full of people, the most normal might be Third Brother Li Cheng.
He didn't say much, instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Shang Yu.
The two men, with similar auras, sat together puffing smoke, looking as if they were underworld bosses negotiating.
Suddenly, Li Qiao came to Shang Yu's side and naturally sat on the armrest of his sofa, while the man's arm naturally wrapped around her waist.
All three brothers looked at his hand in unison: "..."
It was extremely irritating to the eyes.
Li Jun stared at the calm-faced Li Qiao, forcibly suppressing the words on the tip of his tongue.
Li Yan straightened his back, wanting to tell him to remove his hand, but after catching Shang Yu's gaze, he thought it better not to.
As for Li Cheng, he smoked as if he saw nothing, occasionally glancing out the window, wondering why that damn Nan Xin hadn't returned yet.
...
About twenty minutes later, the group moved to the dining room for dinner.
