Ji Yanzhi sat down, casually glanced at her posture while holding the cigarette.
She exhaled smoke more skillfully than someone who had smoked for over ten years.
After a few puffs, Lu Zhenzhen stopped smoking but didn't stub it out, letting it burn as she sat facing him, occasionally exchanging a few words.
There were paparazzi hiding in the banquet hall, and the photos of her and Ji Yanzhi were quickly delivered to Gao Zhe.
In his hand was a shot of Ji Yanzhi bending over to hand a drink, while Lu Zhenzhen looked up to exhale smoke, their eyes meeting.
The red wine in their hands and the wisps of white smoke from her mouth blurred across Ji Yanzhi's face.
This scene was indescribably ambiguous.
