Sheng Shaochen took a puff, slightly tilted his head back, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Amid the mist, the whiff of smoke was instantly devoured.
It was as if it had never appeared, yet upon closer inspection, traces of its lingering presence could still be seen.
It was just like Ye Shu, suddenly appearing in his life. He thought it was supposed to be a transaction that wouldn't stir up any ripples.
Yet unknowingly, the trajectory of his life bore the imprint of this little woman.
Sheng Shaochen flicked his cigar, and sparks scattered, shooting downwards through the mist and extinguishing one after another—a brief brilliance sketching out a moment of beauty.
The expression between Sheng Shaochen's brows unconsciously softened. "An Zhe, do you know who Ye Zifeng is?"
"The former head of the Ye Group, Ye Zhongming's son. Today, he just beat the current head's daughter, Ye Xinyu, and caused quite a scene. He ended up in the police station."
