With a muffled thump loaded with suppressed anger and reluctance, Hanjie's eyes turned spectral, faintly tinged with crimson.
"Mr. Jie, think about the young madam, this matter has nothing to do with her. The mistakes of the previous generation should not involve the young madam..."
"Get out."
"Mr. Jie..."
"Get out!"
"..."
Yao did not dare to say more, respectfully nodded, and quickly exited the study.
Hanjie stepped over papers strewn across the floor, walked to the wall, and turned off the light, plunging the study into darkness.
So dark you could not see your fingers in front of you.
He sat at the desk, his captivating eyes seemingly able to see everything even in the dark.
His tall figure leaned back in the chair, fetched a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and lit one.
He took a deep drag.
The taste of nicotine spread between his lips and teeth, carrying a numbing pleasure.
The tiny flame became the only light in the darkness.