After dinner, the moon fell behind the willow branches, and the night breeze was slightly cool.
Second brother Li Yan dragged Li Qiao to the upstairs balcony. The art tycoon, whom he had not seen for a long time, looked somewhat haggard.
"You just registered your marriage like that, aren't you afraid you'll regret it in future?"
Li Yan's impression of Shang Yu was still stuck on the identity of the Overlord of the South Sea. The sudden change to being his brother-in-law filled him with trepidation.
Li Qiao crossed her arms and sized him up in the light of the porch lamp. "Why don't you ask me that in front of him?"
Li Yan's breath caught, and he gave a sheepish smile, "I'm not ready to die yet."
"Then don't be nosy," Li Qiao said indifferently, tossing out a few words and preparing to head back to her bedroom.
Li Yan called out 'Qiaoqiao' twice, and, hesitantly holding her arm, asked, "That... what about Mo Jue?"
