At the edge of the playground, a tall and straight man was quietly smoking. His thick black eyebrows furrowed tightly. He wore a sharp, neat outfit, with the uniform button meticulously fastened up to his neck, exuding a stern, abstinent allure.
"What are you doing? Why are you smoking here alone?" Zhou Hong approached, grinning cheekily. "The Song and Dance Troupe is about to perform; everyone is thrilled. Why are you the only one with a stern face? You look like you're about to scare the female comrades of the troupe to tears."
Xu Qigang threw the cigarette butt down, stepped on it with his foot, and glanced over at the other side. A sharp look flashed in his deep eyes.
Xu Qigang's features had nothing in common with warmth or elegance. His stature was inherently of a domineering type, with a high nose bridge and a determined chin. When he got angry, his aura could scare seven- or eight-year-old children to tears.
