Qiaoqiao, don't be angry anymore, okay...
Just this simple sentence of coaxing, like a tender tune with multifold twists, echoed and swayed non-stop in Li Qiao's heart.
Who is he?
Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea merchant.
The Overlord of the South Sea who controls the power in all four directions with his own strength.
In this world, how many people can make him bow his head?
Even Shang Zonghai might not be able to make Shang Yu lower his posture to accommodate in such a way.
Those last two words: okay?
They were a question, a compromise, and also an offer of acceptance.
Li Qiao's voice was sharp and harsh as she stared at the door in front of her, feeling an indescribable taste in her heart.
In these few seconds of silence, Shang Yu, still waiting for her reply, tightened his arms around her once more, his voice even huskier than before, "If you're still angry, what do you want me to do? You tell me."