Standing under the dim street lamp, Li Sicheng was wearing a long, grey trench coat. The light cast a long shadow of his figure on her body. Seeing her walking together with Lu Yihan, Li Sicheng's cold eyes became even more freezing, like two winter ponds.
Seeing him, Lu Yihan immediately thought of the unreasonable beating last time. Although he felt terrible, Li Sicheng was still Su Qianci's husband, and Lu Yihan had to put up with him. Originally, he wanted to go upstairs, get something to drink and check out what Qianqian's daddy was like. Seeing Li Sicheng's unkind look, he knew it was not the right place to stay and said, "Qianqian, I'll leave now."
"All right. Thank you for today, Yihan."
"You're welcome. Bye now." Then, he walked down the stairs and walked to his red Renault with the keys dangling from his finger.
