By midday, Yun Shi Yu finally emerged from the Yun Group building.
From his seat inside the Aston Martin, relishing a massage, Xiao Ming caught sight of her from afar. He hastily got out of his car, pulled out a cigarette, snapped it in half, then lit it, feigning the appearance he'd been waiting outside all along.
"Hey! What's the meaning of this?" Zhou Qingyuan questioned discontentedly, "You're acting as if you're having an affair with some old lady.
Even if you're feeling guilty, it should be in the presence of Jiang Xue, shouldn't it!"
Xiao Ming stretched lazily, "I'm tired. I just want to have my meal early and then head home; I don't want to listen to you two bickering anymore."
Zhou Qingyuan's eyes darted about as she mussed up her hair and tore open her collar, leaning on him as though exhausted from their tryst.