Ye Huanyan rolled up a piece of tissue and gently wiped her fingers, using the small, casual action to alleviate her inner anxiety.
He Yingdong's expression was grim. He let out a light hum, sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and reached for a cigarette on the table, playing with a lighter in his other hand.
"Now you're thinking about my brother?"
"What on earth is your problem! Let me go!"
Ye Huanyan had wanted to speak with him calmly, but his nonchalant attitude made her feel agitated and upset.
"Did you call me back just to say these things?"
"I want to see your brother, I want to talk to him..."
"Sorry, I'm afraid that's not possible right now!" He Yingdong rejected her with a cold face.
"If not now, then tomorrow?"
"Sorry, tomorrow's not possible either!"
He Yingdong lit the cigarette with the lighter, took a deep drag, and then exhaled lightly.
The smoke formed a perfect circle in the air, one after another.
