Liang Weining had no self-awareness and racked her brain but couldn't figure out which remark had offended the big shot.
Seeing that things were getting back on track, she subtly breathed a sigh of relief.
She obediently got up from the man's lap and took the medicine bag, caressing the long box inside with complex and indefinable emotions, slowly heading toward the bathroom.
The living room fell into silence.
Under the cool lighting, Chen Jingyuan lit a cigarette and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows. As nicotine filled his lungs, he exhaled plumes of smoke while his gaze fell upon the undulating city lights in the distance, his eyes shadowy, their depths dark and calm enough to make one's heart palpitate.
Time ticked away by the second.
Three cigarette butts were stubbed out in the Heiyen ashtray, and the sound of a door opening came from the bathroom.
The bedroom wasn't far from the living room.
