Afternoon, four o'clock.
Liang Yichao arrived as promised.
The black biker outfit seemed to be Liang Yichao's permanent attire, as he sat across from He Qimo.
Liang Yichao frowned slightly, "Why meet in front of a hospital?"
The security here is good, police are everywhere, he didn't dare to ride on the main road during the day, so his motorcycle had to take the small path, which was frustrating.
He Qimo narrowed his eyes, took a sip of the water in front of him, and didn't respond.
Beside him, Young Master Li, who had come along, was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak. He Qimo's aura was so cold and oppressive that Young Master Li didn't even dare to sit next to Liang Yichao.
Liang Yichao glanced over and frowned.
He wanted to light a cigarette and say something, but looking at He Qimo...
Having hit his sister, he felt a bit morally wrong.
