Bo Shuxian's expression changed slightly, and he let out a long breath of smoke that he had been holding in his mouth.
Actually, he was not addicted to smoking; he had carried this pack of cigarettes for half a month.
He had lost control over his smoking tonight.
"Then why did you ask me to come here?"
Zhou Zining was utterly disappointed in him. She had made her point so clear, yet he dared to feign ignorance.
"You..."
"The so-called ten years of feelings, were they with me, or with the Third Brother?"
Zhou Zining couldn't vent her anger, it was choked back by his question.
Her gaze became vacant, drifting away unable to meet his eyes, she stubbornly said, "Of course, with you."
"Heh..."
Bo Shuxian laughed emotionlessly, "At this point, why bother using me as a cover?"
Zhou Zining glared at him.
However, Bo Shuxian did not even grant her a face-to-face look.
