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By the roadside, He Cheng lit a cigarette and leaned against a multi-million dollar luxury car, his expression tinged with a trace of loneliness.
His loneliness attracted women passing by to frequently turn back and look at him, and some particularly audacious men also cast ambiguous glances his way.
However, He Cheng ignored them all.
In the past, he might have responded somewhat or even taken the initiative to flirt if he found someone attractive.
Yan Ze emerged from the Yuan Mansion holding a black briefcase.
He said to He Cheng, "I would like to delay it a bit longer."
"You agreed to one month," He Cheng deeply inhaled his cigarette, then his whole body stiffened.
Because he sensed a killing intent, assaulting him head-on and enveloping him.
Somewhat irritably exhaling the smoke, "Whether we postpone or not, I want to first see his condition."
"Alright," Yan Ze consented, then, sensing something, he looked up towards the garden terrace.