Li Qiyu knew that he wasn't asking about—her foot.
What he was asking was, seeing him kissing someone, are you okay?
Li Qiyu panicked; she couldn't lose her composure, or else Beitang Feng would definitely notice something was wrong. She forced a smile and looked directly into Beitang Feng's eyes, candidly saying, "Seeing him, I just think of you, Bo Yeyuan... thinking that he's already dead... I'm sorry, Feng, I lost my composure."
Beitang Feng squeezed her hand: "I'm here."
"Mm... I won't let my thoughts run wild anymore."
Her excuse was perfect, successfully dispelling Beitang Feng's doubts...
Meanwhile, the so-called "Second Young Master Bo" was surrounded by beautiful women, addicted to feeding each other liquor lip-to-lip, playing wildly.
Those women were enchanting and lovely, all of them exquisite creatures, dressed skimpily, almost as if they wished to appear naked.
