As long as Shen Lan hasn't married another man, there's still a chance for him.
With this thought, confidence surged within Cheng Yanqing's heart.
...
Cheng Yanqing quickly drove back to his living room, only to find an unexpected guest, a carefree young man sitting in the chair, legs crossed.
The sweatshirt he wore exuded youthfulness, and he had a cigarette in his mouth.
Disliking the smell of smoke, Cheng Yanqing snatched it away, "Who allowed you to smoke."
"You should know that I despise the smell of smoke the most."
"Tsk, you're such a killjoy." Chen Mo was nonchalant and clapped Cheng Yanqing on the shoulder when he saw him, "Brother, you're the one who called me over."
"Is this how you behave when you need my help?"
Cheng Yanqing poured a cup of hot tea for him and sat across, "Enough."
