Qin Yan subconsciously turned her head back and scurried to Bo Yunshen's side. The man had just lit a cigarette, the tip sparking like stars amidst the dense fog, casting his handsome face in an even more unapproachable light.
Qin Yan's pace halted, her voice low as she spoke, "Mr. Bo, could you lend me some money? I'll definitely return it to you tomorrow."
There was no wind around, and although her voice was not loud, it was crystal clear. Yet, Bo Yunshen looked at Qin Yan with a lack of interest, exhaling the smoke from his mouth, the tobacco scent wafting away with the rising tendrils.
The man's tone was slow, tinged with a hint of defiance, "What did you say? I didn't quite catch that."
Bo Yunshen had always held a grudge against her for driving Lin Man away, and even to this day, he would surely find ways to humiliate her.
Qin Yan's eyes carried a hint of bewilderment, mixed with despair.
She hung her head, biting the tip of her tongue.