The cigarette was still burning between his fingers.
Mo Yixuan frowned tightly, with no joy or excitement perceivable on his face.
The girl hesitated about whether to go over. She bit her thin lip and after thinking for a moment, she still went to Mo Yixuan and stood beside him.
"Mr. Mo, do you have any worries?" The girl asked, with some kind of hidden expectations in her eyes, expecting the man would notice her rather than smoke constantly.
The girl was called Yin Huimei, a gentle and pleasant name. Now she was a student majoring in performance in one university in Ye City. She was fortunately introduced by a cousin to the man in front of her.
Mo Yixuan looked up and twisted his cigarette into the ashtray. His eyes turned heavy all of a sudden, with an obvious hint of irritation.
"Didn't I ask you to take a rest?" He said impatiently.
Then he stood up, walked to the bedside, picked up a pillow and sat on the bed against it.
