Is that even possible?
Fen Ye's mind was in even more disarray than his hair, as he pulled Assistant Zhang to one side.
Assistant Zhang, trembling with fear, said, "Mr. Fen, I was just, just following orders."
Fen Ye handed him a cigarette, "Here, have one with me."
Assistant Zhang saw that his demeanor was genuine and hurriedly took it, lighting a cigarette for Fen Ye and then one for himself, both puffing out clouds of smoke.
"I don't understand," Fen Ye exhaled a ring of smoke.
Assistant Zhang didn't know what he didn't understand; frankly, he didn't understand either.
Jiang Zhe put her phone into her backpack, and when she saw Qin Jingchen appear, her mind cleared up about certain things.
Once sure, her irritation and annoyance lightened considerably.
Seeing Fen Ye's hair blown into such a mess, she commented, "You come just like that because I asked you to?"
