Chapter 749: Master Yan, do you believe I’ll go upstairs to complain?
The next morning, dawn’s light was faint.
Li Qiao was still deep in sleep, her body nestled against the man’s, her sleeping face peaceful, no longer exhibiting her usual cool indifference.
Shang Yu’s arm was draped over her, with his head propped up on his hand, tracing her silhouette through the hazy light.
The cellphone on the bedside table lit up soundlessly. The man glanced at it, then lowered his head to kiss Li Qiao’s cheek, got out of bed, and left the bedroom.
In the living room’s lounge area, Xi Luo sat casually at the bar, sipping her drink at leisure. Occasionally, she smacked her lips, savoring the flavor of the alcohol with evident enjoyment.
The sound of steady footsteps came from the direction of the staircase. Xi Luo swirled her glass as she looked over, her eyebrows raising nonchalantly.
She had met Shang Yu a few times before, and her impression of him was that of a man who was both proud and untouchable, always carrying an air of unapproachability and distance, forever clad in the unchanging uniform of a black shirt and black trousers.
Today... was a rare exception.
The man descending the stairs was dressed in a dark grey V-neck sweater paired with satin black casual trousers. His movements exuded an easy-going composure, epitomizing a standard home attire.
Xi Luo looked away, poured herself another cup of sake, and said with a light smile, "To be pouring wine for the Archbishop is indeed an honor."
Shang Yu strode to the bar and settled onto the high stool with a heavy sit. His voice was low, "You came this early just to talk nonsense?"