The icy cold air rushing over him stirred his spirit and gradually cooled the fervor and desire in Song Tianmo's body.
He walked to a large tree in the greenbelt, leaned against its trunk, and lit a cigarette.
The swirling white smoke rose in front of him.
Song Tianmo did not like smoking.
Often, he lit a cigarette just to watch it burn, only taking a puff after a while.
Ever since he was with Ling Fei, because Ling Fei did not like the smell of smoke, he rarely lit up.
"Mr. Song?"
A sudden, clear voice rang from behind him. Song Tianmo slightly turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.
Zhong Qing.
Unexpectedly, they've run into each other quite often recently!
Something flashed in Song Tianmo's eyes, and a flicker of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth, suggesting some hidden thought.