Despite the glamorous clothing and luxurious haze inside, Beigong Cang just wanted to take a good breath in this dimly lit corridor.
He pulled a cigarette from his Armani suit and lit one for himself, the faint smoke immediately spreading in the air.
A hand that clearly had perfume on it snatched the cigarette from his lips and extinguished it fiercely on an ashtray nearby, following which Lady Beigong's face, twisted with anger, appeared before Beigong Cang.
How could she not be furious? Her own son was embarrassing her on such an occasion. She had been preparing for today's engagement banquet, including inviting so many media outlets. She still didn't know how the newspapers would comment on the incident tomorrow.
"What on earth do you want?" Lady Beigong held back her roar, only managing to rant.
"As you see now," Beigong Cang replied with an air of nonchalance.
