Three hours had passed, and at one in the afternoon, Li Qiao's inbox received a message replied in Burmese.
The content was simple, consisting of only a few short phrases.
The bodyguard's name was Ken, an active bodyguard from the British Imperial Security Consulting Company.
When Li Qiao saw this email, it was already half past nine at night.
She lay in the master bedroom of the Mansion, looking at the message, her cool brows and eyes flashing a hint of amusement.
It was the British Imperial again.
Li Qiao really didn't have a good impression of this country.
And it seemed that the Duke Charlman Family was also in the British Imperial.
In a flash of lightning, Li Qiao suddenly thought of this family.
When Shang Yu talked to her in the car last night, she couldn't concentrate, having overlooked this factor.
Would he meet... Madam Xiao if he went to the British Imperial?
Li Qiao abruptly sat up in bed, bending her left leg, gazing thoughtfully at the opposite wall.
