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Both times he rang the doorbell, she sounded like he had woken her from her sleep. They… probably weren't doing anything, right?
Ming Ansheng emerged from the darkness and peered up at the master bedroom of the apartment on the 12th floor. The lights turned off once again.
He felt at ease.
He retrieved a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and took a stick out. He lit it and carelessly flung the cigarette box into the neighboring trash can.
He held the cigarette between his slender fingers. He then took a deep puff and exhaled deeply.
He continued staring at the apartment on the 12th floor.
He turned to leave after he had finished an entire box of cigarettes.
From the back, he looked haughty and arrogant, yet lonely.
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On Monday morning, Ming Ansheng was the first to walk out of the conference room after Bright Vision's executive meeting.
