Song Yansheng furrowed his brows, as he had already guessed that Yan Ke wouldn't be able to accept it.
Yan Ke took a sharp drag of his cigarette, then extinguished the butt and stood up, saying, "I'm leaving first..."
Without waiting for Song Yansheng to reply, he lifted his foot and walked toward the door...
The office door was quickly opened. He was about to step out, but then paused because he saw someone standing at the doorway...
A woman...
...
Yao Ziwan had just made some tea and was about to knock when she noticed the door open from inside.
The person who almost bumped into her made her expression waver slightly, leaving her somewhat lost.
It must have been over a year since she last saw him!
He seemed unchanged, well, just his skin had darkened a bit.
Just a bit...
Dressed entirely in black, the outfit suited him, and only he could wear it with such a rakish charm.
Still handsome, alluring, leaving her in disarray.
