Li Qiao had never intended to keep Yun Lih's matters a secret from the start.
Both the Seven Sons and Yun Lih were familiar with each other; if they accidentally met, a slight carelessness could put Yun Lih in danger.
Li Qiao briefly explained a few sentences, and Xia Siyu put down her coffee cup with neither light nor heavy touch, her face extremely ugly, "Is he brain-dead?"
Several people cast their gaze over, and Xia Siyu's eyes flashed, slightly embarrassed as she reined in her spirits, "I mean Old Dog Shen..."
Just at this moment, Luoyu came back carrying a cup of milk. Li Qiao took it, casually saying, "Wait until he comes, then you can ask him to his face."
Regarding this, Su Moshi just smiled without saying a word, while Song Liao scratched his buzz cut, with a simple-looking face not knowing what to say.
The hands of the clock had gone half a circle when Shen Qingye walked into the cafe with a body full of the smell of alcohol.
