Nothing Much, Just Gonna Make You Go To Hell! (12)

Luo Shaodong chuckled wryly and continued to feign ignorance. "Young Master Rong, pardon me for being silly but I really can't figure out the reason that you're looking for me for."

Rong Yan shot Xu Zhiyuan a glance and the latter instantly understood what he meant. "Mr. Daniel, I have some questions about academics that I'd like to consult you about… "

The two of them then exited the room and closed the door after themselves.

Rong Yan switched on the lighter with a loud and crispy sound.

He lit up a cigarette and began smoking it slowly while the smoke wafted over his handsome face, making him look rather mysterious. Luo Shaodong began to find it a little hard to guess his thoughts.