Qi Qianhan jumped down from the building and immediately spotted the once exquisite tea table in front of the sofa. The tempered glass on top was now completely shattered, and even someone like her, who always found Ye Xiao quite unsatisfactory, knew that something important must have happened. From the side, she noticed that Ye Xiao's face had turned extremely grim.
"If there's anything you can't handle, I can reluctantly help you!" Qi Qianhan looked at Ye Xiao and, after hesitating for a moment, finally spoke.
Qi Qianhan was a proud woman, and her attitude towards Ye Xiao made that clear. So, even if she wanted to help Ye Xiao, she had to find a reason that even she could justify.
Ye Xiao didn't answer; instead, he slowly sat on the sofa, drew out another cigarette, and lit it.
As the blue smoke slowly rose, Qi Qianhan only saw Ye Xiao's face transition from anger to calmness.
