He must have been at least six feet two, tall and straight-backed with a stern, chiseled appearance.
Dressed in black, a cigarette perched between his fingers as he smoked, his whole demeanor exuded an icy solemnity that warned strangers to keep their distance.
However, who could blame him for his thick skin and disregard for minor details?
The moment that man appeared, Lu Xiao recognized him.
He squinted slightly, watching the man walk towards him, a hint of a brooding shade gradually seeping into his eyes.
Today, Huo Qi wore a white shirt, casually slinging a black blazer over his shoulder. He walked up to Lu Xiao, a slight smirk curving his lips, and extended a lean, pale hand as he said, "Brother, lend me a cigarette."
He exuded the air of a privileged young master without looking down on others.
