Smell of gunpowder

Lingxuyao stood there with his arms crossed, her black eyes inadvertently sweeping across Jiang Shuxia's pretty face.

The man's lips curled up into a smile. That curved, yet not curved, curve of his lips caused people's hearts to palpitate slightly when they saw it.

Their gazes still landed on Yi Jingyan who was sitting on the sofa. Their gazes met, and although there was no ripple on their faces, the faint smell of gunpowder could not be avoided.

With just a glance, Lingxuyao turned his gaze away.

"Yo, what kind of wind blew Boss Ling over?" Yi Jingyan played with his wine cup and provoked.

The man's gaze was a little lazy as he smiled faintly. "You came to pick up your girlfriend. It's already so late, should we talk about work?"

With that, the man bent his finger towards Jiang Shuxia and said indifferently, "Come here!"