After lunch, Li Qiao went to the guest room, saw that Yin Mo was already asleep, and turned to the laboratory.
In the underground lounge, Shang Yu and his two brothers sat at the bar, sipping their drinks.
He Chen shook his glass, lazily leaning against the bar, "When did they start setting animal traps in the mountains?"
He remembered there weren't such dangerous things before.
Shang Yu, with one foot on the ground and his rolled-up sleeves revealing his muscular forearm, tossed two ice cubes into his glass and asked with a low, rich chuckle, "Are you feeling sorry for them?"
Jin Rong glanced at He Chen, speaking seriously, "That girl is pretty good, well-proportioned, much prettier than your ex-girlfriend."
He Chen: "..."
Shang Yu also curled his thin lips, smiling intriguingly.
He Chen squinted at Jin Rong, his tone lowering several degrees, "You like her?"
Jin Rong took a sip of his whisky and wagged his finger, "I'm not like you; I don't like that flirtatious type."
