Leng Muchen stood in front of the landing window, and the room did not turn on the light, only the smoke that ignited emitted a flickering light.

His face was gloomy, and he had a sense of distance that people dared not approach.

That woman can affect his mood. His heart lake, which has always been quiet, has ripples.

When he saw her sitting in a coffee shop with other men, when he saw her beautiful smile facing other men, there was a man who could take her hand and touch her hair without scruple. She refused to refuse, and she accepted it with a smile.

There was a ringing...