Two hours later, as night fell, He Chen arrived late.
Shang Yu hadn't returned to the mansion yet, and Jin Rong was nowhere to be found.
He Chen walked into the living room with a chill about him, his exceptionally handsome face carrying its usual nonchalance, "You looking for me?"
Li Qiao leaned lazily against the railing, lifting her head from her phone to casually ask with a smile, "Brother Chen, you've been busy these days?"
"Busy." He Chen took off his coat, found a comfortable position, and nestled into the sofa, "Lots going on at the casino."
Li Qiao pressed her lips slightly, "Oh, then could you trouble Brother Chen to send Zhui Feng back, I have something for him to do."
He Chen leaned back on the sofa and lifted his eyelids, "Can't anyone else do it?"
"He's the most suitable," Li Qiao's eyes held a hint of slyness, "Second Sister is going out tomorrow, need someone trustworthy to accompany her."
