Probably, halfway through, she interrupted it.
Qiao Xiguan, however, was carefree, without a hint of apology.
"Brother Abiao." Ali called him respectfully.
Abiao slightly nodded.
Ali left with the woman.
When leaving, the woman complained, "Sister Li, I spent more than an hour on my makeup today, and you washed it off like that. How am I going to deal with guests later? I was planning to earn more money while I'm still young..."
Qiao Xiguan watched the two people walking away.
Turning her gaze, the door was opened again.
This time it was somewhat rude.
Yao Beikun was neatly dressed, surprisingly casual, smiling flatteringly, "Goddess, how come you suddenly thought of visiting me?"
Qiao Xiguan had no extra expression and walked straight in.
A faint scent of perfume still lingered in the private room.
The sofa was cleaned spotlessly.
Yao Beikun, this man, although he is now Beikun on the streets, is still following her around like a little kid.
