As Ye Yuning pushed open the office door, a wave of cigarette smoke, accompanied by an oppressive atmosphere, swept towards her.
She frowned slightly, displeasure evident in her eyes.
Qin Jinchuan sat on the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke swirling around him. Ye Yuning looked up, her gaze meeting his gloomy one.
In that moment, the image of Qin Jinchuan perfectly matched the rumors.
Rumor had it he was cold-blooded, indifferent, and heartless.
However, throughout their recent entanglement, Ye Yuning had truly struggled to understand his motives.
And now...
Ye Yuning took a deep breath, stepped into the office, and closed the door behind her.
Walking to her desk, she tossed her bag carelessly onto it.
Neither of them spoke, and the silence intensified the suffocating oppression in the air.
