Fu Shinian could tell that Qiao Yu was very annoyed right now. How annoyed? If he could beat him, Fu Shinian had no doubt that he would choose to have a big fight with him, but while he had the intent, he lacked the capability.
Fu Shinian quietly watched him for a few seconds, then flicked out another cigarette and tried to put it in his mouth to light. However, Qiao Yu snatched it away:
"Don't smoke in front of me, I can't stand the smell of smoke."
Fu Shinian: "..."
Today, Fu Shinian wasn't in a good mood, and unusually, he didn't argue. He let Qiao Yu toss the unlit cigarette into the nearby trash can without a word of complaint. He only spoke leisurely when Qiao Yu walked back, not planning to continue standing beside him but heading straight for the door:
"How is she?"
Qiao Yu stopped, but didn't turn around. After a few seconds, he let out a cold laugh:
"Who?"
"Su Mu."
