In the photo taken from the angle of Mr. Liu's position, Bai Yirui held Wen Ruoqing's wrist and stood in front of her with his head slightly lowered. The expression on her face could not be seen, but just from the photo, it seemed that she was a little shy.
And because Bai Yirui was holding her wrist, the distance between the two of them was a little close. At the moment, the photo taken by Mr. Liu was closer. It seemed that the two of them were almost close together.
Mr. Liu sent a photo like this to the Night Timekeeper!
As soon as Night Timekeeper got off the plane and received the photo sent by Mr. Liu, his eyes narrowed rapidly.
"Are you dead?" After Night Timekeeper dialed Mr. Liu's number, his tone was shockingly cold.
Mr. Liu took a deep breath. He was not a dead man, but what could he do in this situation? Should he pull Madam over by force?
He didn't have the guts!
"Give her the phone." As Mr. Liu was thinking, the cold voice of Night Timekeeper came again.