In the midst of howling winds and torrential rain, a crowd of people rushed toward the rooftop.
Teng Fei, who had just snuffed out a cigarette, turned around in surprise.
"What's going on?"
Ah?!
The manager, who had heard that someone was intending to commit suicide, suddenly stood frozen in place, awkwardly looking at me, the young owner of the hotel, standing inside the observation restaurant, looking out through the thickened glass.
This situation turned into a misunderstanding...
Teng Fei tilted his head and spotted the woman he had seen earlier in the restaurant and the elevator. He bowed his head, took out a new cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and let out a cold laugh.
"Nosy."
Su Shu stood next to the manager, squinting at the arrogant posture of the other party. He coldly chuckled as well and turned to leave.
"Pretentious."
The boy raised his head, his dark eyes chilled, a flash of cold light flickering.
Unfortunately, Su Shu had already left.
