The Favored Heiress

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: You Don’t Know Ou Bai?

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: You Don’t Know Ou Bai?

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio In the Bowling Private Room, Shang Yu’s tall and concealed figure slowly stopped near the resting area, pulled out a chair with one hand, and sat down.

At this time, the man sitting opposite Shang Yu had an excessively glamorous face.

Dressed in a casual shirt and pants, with one leg resting on his knee, he shook the tip of his foot, “You’re late.”

With his cheeks half-drooped, Shang Yu curled up his shirt sleeves, glanced at the chair beside him, and said to Li Qiao, “Come and sit.”

Li Qiao wasn’t vague about it, her toes hooked the leg of the chair, and she directly sat down.

The man who had been standing and ignored looked around, leaned forward, and pointed back at his own nose, “Shang Shaoyan, I was just asking you a question.

Did you not see me?”

Hearing this, Li Qiao’s gaze flickered.

To be able to call Shang Yu by his name, their relationship must be out of the ordinary.

Shang Yu smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt sleeves, looked at him from under his lifted eyelids, and then introduced Li Qiao, “Qiu Huan, Ou Bai.”

The standing man is Qiu Huan?

So, he’s the young boss of South Sea Machinery Holdings.

Li Qiao remembered this name; he was a guest of honor to her eldest brother Li Jun and a major taxpayer for South Sea.

As for Ou Bai, the name seemed familiar, but she couldn’t remember where she had heard it.

Still maintaining a posture with her hands in her pockets, Li Qiao leaned against the chairback slightly looking up, introducing herself with a tone neither warm nor cold, “Hello, I’m Li Qiao.”

With questionable intent, Qiu Huan raised his eyebrows, then leaned over the table towards Li Qiao, “So it’s Sister Qiao.

It’s a pleasure to meet you.

I’m Qiu Huan, just call me Brother Qiu.”

Sister Qiao?

Hearing this appellation, Li Qiao lowered her eyelashes, revealing a touch of disdain.

At that moment, the stunningly beautiful Ou Bai stared intently at Li Qiao, scrutinizing her for a moment before suddenly saying, “What is your relationship to Li Cheng?”

Li Qiao turned her eyes to meet Ou Bai’s sharp gaze.

In a flash, she read a hint of annoyance in his peach blossom eyes.

Does he have a grudge against Li San?

Observing Ou Bai impassively, Li Qiao replied blandly, “He’s my third brother, Mr.

Ou.

Do you know him?”

At the moment her words ended, Ou Bai’s expression became exceptionally strange.

What’s wrong now?

Ou Bai instinctively turned his head to exchange glances with Qiu Huan, then Qiu Huan pointed at Ou Bai, asking Li Qiao, “Girl, you call him Mr.

Ou?

You don’t know him?”

Li Qiao coldly retorted, “Should I know him?”

Qiu Huan didn’t speak further, while Ou Bai ground his teeth, picked up the coffee from the table, and attempted to remain calm as he drank it down.

Li Qiao, clueless, didn’t bother to inquire further, and looked casually at Shang Yu beside her, only to unexpectedly find a fleeting shallow smile at the corner of his flushed lips.

In her memory, the man was always cold and indifferent, keeping others at a thousand-mile distance.

Yet, at this moment, the curve of his smile was like sunshine pouring through gaps in the clouds, dazzling and gentle.

He was laughing, she was watching.

The atmosphere near the resting area grew eerily quiet for a while.

Qiu Huan put two bottles of mineral water on the table, and Ou Bai stood up with a tense face, “I’m going to get some fresh air.”

Qiu Huan blinked, “Hey, I’ll go with you!”

The two left the Bowling Private Room, one after the other.

Li Qiao crossed her legs uncomfortably, looking at Shang Yu, “Is it weird that I don’t know Ou Bai?”

The smile deepened at the corner of Shang Yu’s lips, his mood appearing to be good as he teasingly said for once, “You’re the first girl I’ve met who doesn’t know who Ou Bai is.”

Ou Bai is famous?

Li Qiao pondered for a few seconds, pulled out her phone from her pocket, and searched for the name Ou Bai.

Ou Bai: national idol, top influencer, pop king, street photography godfather…

a total of over a dozen titles.

Li Qiao couldn’t be bothered to read on.

In conclusion: quite over the top!