Gu Feng arrived at Tan Garden at four in the morning.
The car stopped outside, and he had smoked for several hours inside the car, his body smelling strongly of the acrid tobacco.
The iron gates of Tan Garden opened, and Gu Feng glanced at his watch—it was seven-thirty in the morning.
A young maid walked out of the villa, and afterward, he was led into a lavishly understated reception room.
Before the servant left, she couldn't help but show a look of disgust at the smell coming from him.
Gu Feng, having faced too many difficulties up to this point, didn't even frown at the slight disdain from a maid.
"Mr. Gu, please sit."
Yu Chiyin's gaze slowly shifted from the newspaper, "If you would like some tea or coffee, please tell Butler Lin."
He then refocused his attention on the newspaper in front of him, as an untouched cup of black coffee without sugar on the table released wafts of enticing aroma.
