Leh Ying mimicked Mr. Xu's movement, picked out a cigarette, and obediently placed it between his lips.
The man smiled and leaned forward to take the cigarette in his mouth, not bothering to light it, and turned to go downstairs with it clenched in his teeth.
Leh Ying watched his receding figure. "You can go overseas for business, big or small, private or public—I'm not a little girl; I can take good care of myself."
"Worrying over nothing," Xu Jingxi didn't turn his head. "They can handle it."
Could they really handle it?
After all, she had heard that Frederick needed him indispensably.
"Mr.?"
He lazily replied, "Taking a smoke."
Staring long at that lonely and assertive back, Leh Ying obediently turned around, feeling a twinge of sourness at the tip of her nose: "Understood."
Her voice was soft and went unheard.
Back then, even Xu Jingxi couldn't really explain himself; it was just a cigarette, and he wasn't even trying to conceive.
Dusk.