"Turns out, you also have moments of kindness..." Song Lin murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. But soon, he suppressed the fleeting sense of melancholy and said, "Let's not talk about Shen Wan. I have other matters to discuss."
There was a brief pause before he added, "Business matters."
Shen Qian nodded and replied, "Let's discuss it on the rooftop."
Under the enigmatic moonlight, with stars shimmering in the sky, atop the roof of the Huan Wolf Club, the night breeze carried a hint of coolness as it whispered through their ears, making a faint rustling sound.
"What's the matter?" Shen Qian inquired, taking a drag from his cigarette, his tone casual.
