The next second, a breath that was warm and barely perceptible swept across her forehead.
Li Qiao came to her senses to see Shang Yu leaning over her and cupping the back of her head with his palm to prevent her from dodging, "Inviting you to the Mansion was to ensure you get a good night's sleep.
As for Jiugong, he indeed sought me out, but I turned him down, Tu Anliang isn't qualified to be a threat to you."
The man's voice was magnetic and hoarse, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
The twists and turns in Li Qiao's mind suddenly vanished like smoke.
She tried to suppress her smile and pursed her lips, uttering an "Oh" with a slight, triumphant glee spreading through her heart.
Perhaps everyone thought she was no match for Tu Anliang, yet only Shang Yu was blunt enough to say that the other party wasn't qualified to threaten her.
At that moment, Li Qiao shook her head gently and took a step back, "I'm sleepy."