Jing Haohao and Liang Chen both turned towards the source of the noise, seeing Cong Rong and Shen Liangnian both emerging from the Four Seasons Hotel.
In Shen Liangnian's hand, he is holding a cigarette. The moment he saw Liang Chen, his steps faltered but he remained silent.
Cong Rong, on the other hand, stepped forward with a hearty laugh. He playfully said to Liang Chen, "Oh boy, Chen, it seems we have quite the fate, don't you think? I mean, this is my first time visiting the Four Seasons Hotel in months and here I am bumping into you."
"Fate?" Liang Chen chuckled dismissively. "You're insulting the word 'fate'. What you're experiencing is clearly just poor luck."
Cong Rong muttered a cuss under his breath, extinguished the cigarette in his hand and skillfully flicked it into a nearby trash bin. He then put on a disheartened facade, proclaiming, "Chen, listen, my heart is bleeding. I've been missing you and this is how you treat me..."
