Chapter 187: A Face Like a Peach_1

The night deepened, and the long dining table was filled with delicious and delicate dishes, untouched.

Bo Yeyuan sat on the sofa, dealing with business on his computer, growing more and more irritable and anxious. He occasionally raised his hand to check his watch, and his face grew even darker.

Li Qiyu, accompanied by Ye Zhilu, had spent a long time at the cosmetics counter, to the point where, in a fit of rage, he had the mall shut down!

Then she took Ye Zhilu to the aristocratic promenade to select bags and women's shoes, sweeping his card for the purchases.

Ironically, Young Master Bo shot himself in the foot and yet had no grounds to rebuke her.

It was eight o'clock!

"Bring them back for dinner," Bo Yeyuan said grimly, shutting his notebook with a snap.

"Young Master, I just called. The Young Lady said they're almost finished eating, and she suggested you start without them," said the servant.

At his temple, Bo Yeyuan twitched: "She's eating?"