The city lights were just coming on, and the bustling streets were full of endless streams of people.
A black Bentley veered off the traffic flow, turned a corner, and finally came to a slow stop in front of the VI Club.
Inside the car, a man's distinctly jointed hand rested on the steering wheel, his high nose-bridge hidden behind dark glasses, thin lips holding a cigarette, smoke swirling, blurring his sharply defined profile.
He glanced at his wristwatch, looked up to the outside, people coming and going at the entrance of the club, when a flash of white caught his eye.
The man curved his lips into a smile, quickly extinguishing the cigarette butt and at the same time rolling down the window a bit.
The cold wind rushed in, taking away the faint smell of smoke.
With a clunk, the car door opened and then closed.
"Ji Mingqian, how many times have I told you not to let me smell smoke? Are you asking for a beating?"
