Li Li left Su Ruan and had just reached the corner when she bumped into a pair of soulful eyes.
Shang Che was leaning against the wall, looking boneless. He was fiddling with the pearl chain on his wrist—the one Li Li had fastened there herself this morning—his right leg bent casually, the red sole of his shoe resting against the edge of the baseboard.
The ink-black suit he wore had been chosen by Li Li. On him, it didn’t look restrained; it looked arrogant—a total "suit-wearing thug."
Chapter 90