Mansion, Li Qiao walked into the living room with leisurely steps, leaning on the sofa and looking out the window, where she saw Shang Yu and Feng Yi with another person, smoking.
She cocked her leg, her toe swaying slightly as her fingertip traced the outline of her phone, "Where's the notebook?"
Luoyu pulled out a small notebook from his pant pocket, "No one has touched it."
Li Qiao took the notebook, pondered for a moment, and said softly, "I'm going to the study. If he looks for me, send me a message in advance."
"Okay."
Li Qiao ascended the stairs unhurriedly and, passing the spiral staircase, reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a box of test strips.
...
Meanwhile, Shang Yu leaned against the car door, his expression cold as he smoked.
Feng Yi leaned casually against the trunk, and He Chen paced leisurely between them, "Charles has had an accident, and at the moment, it seems unrelated to Charlman."
