After organizing her thoughts, Qianning finally left the hotel. However, at the hotel's entrance, she saw him, the man she was currently furious with, Beigong Cang.
At the moment, he was leaning against a large column of the hotel, smoking a cigarette. By looking at him, one could tell he was waiting for her. The night breeze was slightly cold, lifting his somewhat curled hair, dispersing the smoke from his hand. His tie also hung loosely at his collar.
Qianning didn't avoid him, knowing she couldn't. She approached him and said coldly, "Waiting for me? What exactly do you want?"
