Ye Qingge sat quietly on the living room couch, refusing to look at him.
'Instead of lying in bed, he's insisted on lying on the couch to have a staring contest with me.'
The Li family was certainly the most elite clan in Cloud City. Everything was sumptuous and luxurious.
Li Xingming emerged from his study with a stern look on his face, and the air pressure lowered.
Li Beichen followed behind him.
He was dressed in a black plaid suit, tailored to his figure perfectly, looking very proud.
His sharp, well-defined, and grim features emanated a cold and intimidating aura.
He shot Ye Qingge a cold look, then turned toward the corpse-like Li Nancheng on the couch.
Ye Qingge's eyes were calm with a hint of shyness.
Seeing Li Beinchen reminded her of their kiss last night. Her lips were numb.
