At half-past two in the afternoon, Shang Yu's tall and slender figure slowly walked out of the elevator.
The man seemed to have been drinking, his cheeks slightly flushed. With a suit jacket draped over his arm, he walked while undoing the buttons at his collar.
In the office, Li Qiao was sleeping.
Shang Yu stood quietly by the door for two seconds, then closed the door and walked over.
Li Qiao wasn't in a deep sleep, and she vaguely smelled a faint scent of alcohol in her breath. Upon opening her eyes, she saw the man spread his jacket over her.
"Did I wake you?"
"No." Li Qiao propped herself up, lowered her head, and sniffed at Shang Yu's chest, "Did you drink?"
The man responded, and after sitting down, he pinched his brows, "Economic Forum exchange meeting, two glasses."
Li Qiao held the jacket with one hand, turned her head slightly, her eyes hiding a smile, "Will you come to the hospital with me tomorrow?"
