Ling Yuanhang, Liuzi, Chu Feng, and Fu Yining continued to play cards fervently. Their respective female companions sat beside them. Suxin only watched as stacks of cash piled up in front of Ling Yuanhang—there must've been at least a few million. The world of the wealthy truly wasn't something the poor could understand.
Through the glass door, she observed Chen Ziqian on the balcony. His tall figure appeared extraordinarily handsome yet suddenly had a desolate air about him. Suxin clearly saw the red ember glowing in the hand he rested on the railing.
Smoking? Was Chen Ziqian smoking?
Her heart suddenly raced—he never seemed to smoke before, did he?
But why today? Why had he suddenly started smoking?
Unconsciously, she stood up and walked towards the balcony. Opening the glass door, the crisp, fresh air immediately hit her face, carrying a chill but making her mind more alert.
