After Shen Yanqing finished speaking, Nan Zhe was silent for a while. He tilted his head and lit another cigarette.
He sat on the bench, and the shadow on the ground swayed under the streetlamp as he moved.
After puffing out smoke, he pointed at the empty seat beside him with his chin. "Sit."
Shen Yanqing actually hated the smell of cigarettes.
No one in his family smoked.
His grandfather, father, and uncles did not smoke. Because he had never come into contact with it, he was very resistant to the smell of cigarettes.
However, at this moment, he did not say anything. He unbuttoned his suit and sat down beside Nan Zhe.
The two of them sat on the left and right without saying anything, like a silent oil painting.
Shen Yanqing lowered his eyes and wiped his lenses. He put his glasses back and said, "Actually, before this, I didn't know about your relationship with Nan Ge, nor did I know that Nan Ge is Mr. Nan Zhengning's daughter."
