Lu Jingchen's expression slightly sank, and he retrieved a cigarette and a lighter from the storage compartment in front of the car. With a 'snap', he lit the cigarette in his hand and took a drag, his gaze fixed on the brightly lit villa in front of him, whose interior scene was obscured and unclear.
Xi Mohan looked at Lu Jingchen with a deep countenance, and suddenly became angry. He couldn't help but sneer disdainfully, speaking out in dissatisfaction, "What the hell do you want to do? You just sit in the car smoking by yourself, leaving me to stand in the rain with an umbrella waiting for you?"
Xi Mohan's gaze at Lu Jingchen was as if the man in front of him had done something utterly detestable, his voice already laced with a faint warmth of anger, and he spoke with utmost indifference, "I left my woman behind to come here, what exactly do you want to say, say it clearly, dammit. I don't have that much time to waste with you here."
