Xiao Chen was in his own room, not hearing their conversation; at that moment, he was on a call.
The tall figure stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his handsome, distinct facial contours sharp, his beautiful lips moving elegantly, the sexy Adam's apple rolling with a sense of seductive restraint.
"Mm, already found the Ghost Doctor, should be back in Beijing in a few days, you just take good care of yourself." His voice was as cold and detached as always, yet there was a softness in his brows.
After hanging up the phone, he lit a cigarette, exhaling rings of smoke, his sculpted features blurring into ambiguity, his narrow, sharp eyes reminiscent of an eagle in the dark.
He got up very early the next day; he had to go to work at First Middle School.
Feng Ye, out of obligation, could only follow him there.
In front of the Lin Mansion, Yun Yue and Lin Xuanze were waiting for their ride, the distance of an iron gate between the two, their expressions frostier than the other.