Tang Suiyu couldn't resist her and sent her away.
On the way, she contacted Li Xingle.
They arranged to meet at a café.
After a few days of not seeing Li Xingle, the bruises on his handsome face were still evident. He was wearing a black suit, a dark blue tie, and black leather shoes, still the elegant and noble playboy. If one could ignore the wounds on his face, he would be even more handsome.
"Let's talk alone!" Li Xingle stepped forward and grasped her wrist.
"Li Zi..." Tang Suiyu was worried.
"It's okay!"
The two went to a private room, and Tang Suiyu sat outside.
Hopefully, they wouldn't start fighting inside!
Inside the private room, Li Buyan wanted to sit opposite him, but as soon as she entered, she couldn't escape his control.
"Li Buyan, you should know what I said before. You still dare to run? You have guts..." Li Xingle looked down at her, a cold smirk on his wounded, handsome face.
