"It seems you had a good conversation?" A mocking voice sounded.
Li Qiyu turned her face and saw "Second Young Master Bo." He was still holding a beautiful woman, but her face was different.
There were noticeable lipstick marks on his chin and white collar...
Just looking at him made Li Qiyu's heart race. If it were just Bo Yexun, she would never have felt anything.
"I'm truly surprised, Qiqi," he curled his lips into a cold smile, "After watching this play, you can still laugh and chat... How big is your heart?"
"..."
"No wonder you weren't sad at all when my brother died, and now you're about to get married." "Second Young Master Bo" said with deep sorrow in his eyes, "Watching my brother's story didn't make you feel a thing. He treated you so well, and you're this ungrateful?"
Li Qiyu's gaze flickered. She had been with Bo Yexun and knew that even though he was frivolous, there were some things he'd never say.
