"Sir, Mr. Fu is currently at his residence."
Bo Qingyu's cherry-red lips tightly pursed, his deep, jade-green eyes flickered, and the gloomy sky before him shrouded his surroundings with a terrifying layer of ruthlessness. The frivolous smile that once surfaced had been torn apart by cold-heartedness, revealing the even sharper fangs of its owner.
"Let's go there first."
He took a deep breath, got in the car with quick strides, and sat in the backseat. As he rolled down the window, the cold wind fueled the sparks of anger in his heart, and he could only rely on external factors to quell it.
He took out a cigarette, lowering his eyelids to light it.
The blue spark was extinguished several times.
He felt irritated and tossed his lighter into the car with all his might.
Yu Huai turned to look at him.
He quietly picked up the lighter, turned around to block the wind and re-lit the man's cigarette.
"You know exactly the kind of person Miss Jiang is; she will be fine, sir."
