Wen Jinzhang was standing in front of the window, smoking. His back was facing the camera, so the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.
However, he exuded a dark and fierce aura.
Perhaps he heard footsteps, he slowly turned around and looked at the woman who had entered the bedroom.
His face was as cold as ice, and his facial features were as sharp as a knife. He was not wearing glasses, and his eyes were cold and indifferent.
He narrowed his eyes and looked as if his entire body was shrouded in a layer of black fog.
He usually wore glasses and gave people a gentle and refined impression, but in the video, he seemed to have changed into a different person. He was fierce and gloomy, making people shudder.
Liu Shuying walked up to him and took the cigarette from his fingertips.
She stood on her tiptoes and whispered into his ear.
The man's slender hand suddenly pinched her chin and sized up her face with a cold gaze.
"Yun Zang, you're back!"
