Wei Anning was still scared, but the man's voice was imbued with an irresistible authority. She carried the tray over, trembling, and saw several cigarette butts discarded in the ashtray. She said, "You smoke now?"
Normally, his scent was clean and refreshing, comfortably mild and pleasant. But now, with the added smell of nicotine, he seemed more mature and charming, especially when he lifted the corners of his eyes and half-closed them to look at her, which gave her a sense of mischievousness.
"Mmm, I'm annoyed." Leng Youchen unemotionally put away a document that was spread out on the table, his voice raspy from smoking too much, "What did you make?"
Wei Anning quickly placed the tray in front of him, raising her eyebrows with a cheeky grin full of merit-seeking on her face, "Try it out, I made rainbow wontons myself, they smell great."
