In the smoking area, Li Yeqi leaned against the wall, surrounded by swirls of smoke, his expression laden with heavy thoughts. Steady footsteps approached from behind, and he looked up to find a tall, upright figure already close at hand.
"Why are you here?"
Li Yeqi's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Mo Beichen's unmatched stern visage, which bore several scratches on his chin.
He sneered, "The little cat you've been raising sure knows how to scratch."
Mo Beichen gave him a cursory glance, raised his hand to touch the nail marks on his chin, and winced.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he reached out, "Give me a cigarette."
Li Yeqi saw his distressed demeanor and passed him the cigarette pack. Mo Beichen's fingers, smooth in their joints, took a cigarette, and Li Yeqi lit it for him; Mo Beichen exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke.
"I heard your wife was kidnapped, is she okay?"
