In the dimly lit restaurant at night, there was a table by the floor-to-ceiling window, occupied by one person—no, to be precise, two people.
From his angle, he could see that familiar figure.
The man he hadn't seen for a long time was just sitting at a table, opposite another man.
In front of them were cups of coffee, and it was unclear what they were discussing.
For some reason, seeing this scene made Huo Qi want to bolt upright.
With a thud, he seemingly forgot he was in the car.
His head hit the roof of the car, causing him to grimace in pain, clutching his head but still shouting, "Stop, stop, stop the car quickly!"
The driver had no choice but to slowly park the car by the roadside.
And Huo Qi, without blinking, stared at the two through the window, clenching his fist bit by bit.
Sitting together with a man—it somehow made him feel an unspeakable rage and indignation, even more so than being with a woman.
The waiter came over and served them a pot of tea.
