Smoke exhaled from his icy lips, forming ripples that spread layer by layer...
The two women seated opposite him were choking on the smoke but dared not say anything. Instead, they closed their eyes as if intoxicated.
Tian Sangsang turned her head curiously. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were searching for something. Soon, she spotted the two men.
They were smoking—no wonder there was a smell of cigarettes.
The man in the trench coat had a calm gaze, fixedly staring at... her?
Tian Sangsang glanced left and right, then blinked at him in confusion.
The man shifted his gaze indifferently, lowering his head to smoke quietly. The swirling smoke obscured his expression, and even his good-looking eyes were hidden under the brim of his hat.
Tian Sangsang shook her head. Maybe she was overthinking it—she thought he recognized her.
The smell of smoke grew stronger. Honestly, the way they smoked looked quite stylish; they must be people with stories.
