Gong Xize was dressed in a black suit, standing alone quietly in the night, smoking.
A faint haze of smoke enveloped his face, making him look very desolate.
This seemed completely different from his previous wild demeanor on the dance floor.
On his handsome and delicate face, there was an icy chill.
He had an aura that clearly said strangers should not approach.
Despite his absolute power and the company of such a beautiful woman, why did he still appear so lonely?
Like a millennium frost wolf, sitting alone atop an eternal ice peak, bearing eternal despair.
She looked at him, momentarily startled.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the corridor, and Li Jiaqi saw a woman's silhouette emerge.
She quickly crouched down, hiding under a clump of towering evergreen trees.
Soon, low sounds of an argument could be heard from that direction.
This was the backyard, and at this hour, hardly anyone passed by here.
"It's so late, why did you ask me to come here?"
