Shang Yu closed the folder and placed it at the corner of the desk, pocketing one hand as he approached Li Qiao. His warm fingertips brushed aside the stray hair on her cheek, "He won't have any thoughts."
Li Qiao arched her eyebrows, her eyes reflecting deep thought, "Are you sure?"
The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his arm resting on her shoulder, glancing at her before gazing at the distant mountains, "Others might, but he, it's difficult."
If a stranger had said this, Li Qiao might have thought it an exaggeration.
But Shang Yu never spoke lightly.
Li Qiao leaned against the man, allowing her body to draw closer to his, "Is it because he's been hurt, or is it his nature? If he has no thoughts, why bother provoking Yin Er?"
He Chen looked like the quintessential playboy, and Yin Mo's striking appearance would naturally attract him; there could be no fault in that.
