"Hmm, Director Shen still seems quite spirited."
Yang Hao casually replied as Shen Mingshan took the initiative to offer him a cigarette and then diligently lit it for him.
Yang Hao exhaled a puff of smoke, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the car through the lowered window, where the woman sitting inside was also watching him.
As their eyes met, the woman's gaze almost seemed to linger seductively.
But Yang Hao felt no ripples in his heart, silently rating in his mind: Poor quality!
"Mr. Yang, was that Bingru who just got into the car?"
Shen Mingshan ultimately couldn't help but ask.
"Didn't you recognize her already?" Yang Hao retorted.
Shen Mingshan chuckled awkwardly, "If only I had Mr. Yang's charm!"
"Director Shen, the one with you is different from the last time too!"
Yang Hao teased casually and then turned to leave, smoking his cigarette, feeling doubly relieved after asking his ex-brother-in-law for a smoke.
