Lu Yeming took the cigarette and played with it between his fingers, but he didn’t light it.
Feng Sinan frowned and took a puff of the cigarette. The green smoke blurred his handsome and noble face, and he lifted his thin lips lazily, “I saw Zhu Qing just now. If I remember correctly, this is Jun Xi Qing’s childhood sweetheart. Why? Are you upset about Zhu Qing?”
Feng Sinan smoked as he squinted at Lu Yiming, looking like he was watching a good show.
Lu Yiming’s Deep Phoenix eyes landed on Feng Sinan’s handsome face and kicked him. “If you have time to laugh at me, why don’t You Mind Your Own Business First?”
A shoe print appeared on Feng Sinan’s trousers. At this moment, Zhao Fei'er squatted down beside Feng Sinan’s long legs and used a square towel to help him wipe the shoe print.
Feng Sinan leaned back lazily, looking like a big shot who was used to being served by women. He casually curled his thin lips. “What could have happened to me?”
