Li Qiyun's beautiful and heroic face turned pale, then flushed, and she clenched her fists to barely prevent herself from losing composure.
Turning around, she apologized to the man and maiden opposite, "I'm sorry, it seems there is something important at the company, and he can't leave at the moment. Let's not worry about him."
The man's expression was not particularly good, but he forced a gentlemanly smile, "It's okay, we can have a meal together next time."
The half-blooded maiden beside him couldn't control her expression, looking humiliated, her eyes reddening, and she kept her head down, saying nothing.
Li Qiyun, seeing her demeanor, felt a flash of awkwardness on her face and tried her best to smooth things over…
...
No matter how awkward things were upstairs, they had nothing to do with Li Beijue.
He had already gone downstairs.
And he didn't feel he was being too harsh or tactless!
After all, to him, not leaving immediately was already giving face.
