The living room, Li Qiao leaned lazily against the sofa, propping her cheek and watching the brilliant sunshine outside the window, her gaze narrowed slightly, "It's time to go to Parma."
Sitting beside her, Shang Yu lifted his head from his phone, his eyes twined with a thin smile, "Not planning to go to British Imperial?"
Li Qiao moved her gaze back from the window, her lips curving lightly, "My identity fell to Parma, not British Imperial. What would I go there for?"
The man put his phone on the table, rested his elbow on the back of the chair, and sized up Li Qiao from the side, nodding for her to continue.
Li Qiao leaned against the armrest, her eyes bright, "Going to British Imperial now would only be stirring up the grass and startling the snake. Yun Lih's disappearance doesn't mean something happened, he cherishes his life a lot, he wouldn't hit a stone with an egg."
