He was sitting on a sofa in the corner, a cigarette in his hand, the flame between his fingers glimmering.
Faced with the laughter in the room, he remained emotionless, as if he wasn't in the same world.
Qin Zhi'ai held her fork and stabbed the steak with her head down. A quick glance at Gu Yusheng reminded her of the scene of her standing under the scorching sun and waiting for him for over ten hours. Her eyes became wet, and she was about to cry.
He must have been in a very bad mood that day, for he kept smoking in silence, but he didn't raise his head to look at anyone, nor did he know that she had come.
When the steak was almost finished, Xu Wennuan pointed to Gu Yusheng, whispering to Wu Hao, "Is he in a bad mood again?"
Wu Hao had drunk some wine, so he directly answered without thinking, "Brother Sheng must have been beaten by his father again."
"Oh? Why?" Xu Wennuan asked. Qin Zhi'ai tried very hard to listen to the answer.
