Sheng Tang conveniently sat on the big bed.
The sofa wasn't big and was already occupied by Gu Shiting. If she squeezed over, the distance between them would be too close.
She thought Gu Shiting wanted to talk about Sheng Zong.
Unexpectedly, he didn't say anything more and just quietly watched her, his gaze deep and profound.
From his eyes, Sheng Tang could see his current mood—he seemed quite annoyed and angry, wanting to smoke a cigarette.
His fingers unconsciously twitched a few times.
In the end, he stood up and found the cigarette box from his coat hanging on the rack.
"You don't mind, right?" He asked Sheng Tang.
Smoking in a confined space, how could she not mind?
Sheng Tang really disliked men smoking indoors. She had had many arguments with Jiahuai over this issue, so now Jiahuai didn't dare smoke in the apartment.
However, when Gu Shiting did the same, she wasn't as repulsed.
She nodded, "Alright."
