The Favored Heiress

But Li Qiao felt something was amiss.

If they wanted to breach the firewall, why remove the attack before the firewall had been breached?

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At this moment, Shang Yu ended the call, casually placed his phone on the coffee table, and patted Li Qiao’s back as he held her, "Did the noise wake you up?"

Li Qiao rose from his embrace, took the blanket she was holding, and subtly covered his legs with it.

She leaned against the sofa, trying her best to ignore a certain eye-catching reaction from the man, and asked indifferently, "Whose firewall are you attacking?"

Perhaps because she had just woken up, Li Qiao’s throat felt tight.

Shang Yu glanced at the blanket on his legs, leaned over to pick up a cup of water from the table, and handed it to her, "Are you hungry?"

Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, took a sip from the cup, and repeated, "Whose firewall?"

The man looked at her lips, now wet from the water, with an intense gaze, "Rest and recover from your illness, okay?!"

Was he planning to keep her cooped up, not telling her anything?