The phone was thrown aside, Shi Wangyue got up from the sofa, tossed the ice pack into the trash can, and then rustled in the office to find a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and walked to the window, lighting it.
After lighting the cigarette, he didn't smoke it, just held it between his fingers, gazing intently at it.
Outside the door.
Assistant Jin originally wanted to come in and check if the boss needed any services but unexpectedly saw this scene through the door crack.
Through the swirling smoke, in the flickering light of the cigarette, his boss's profile was so handsome it made everything around lose focus and so somber it startled even the gods and ghosts.
Frightened, he quickly closed the door.
Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew in from outside the window, lifting the poetry collection Shi Wangyue had previously opened on the desk.
