She couldn't help but yawn, leaning on the man's shoulder with a soft voice, "Mo Chen, brother, I'm tired, let's go back to sleep."
"Mmm."
The man picked her up and walked towards the upstairs.
Qiao Ruoxin looked up at the man's handsome profile and unconsciously recalled his sudden stop the night before.
After returning to the bedroom, Mo Chen took a bath and went to the terrace to smoke, always feeling that his silhouette exuded a sense of decadence.
She stared at the man's tall and majestic figure for a while before taking her nightgown into the bathroom.
On the terrace.
Mo Chen's handsome face was indifferent, a cigarette perched between his thin lips, surrounded by smoke.
The mobile phone next to him vibrated.
His slender fingers removed the cigarette from his lips, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.
Picking up the phone, he put it to his ear, his voice low and icy, "How's the video restoration going?"
