This was a meeting with the wind and clouds surging. It was also a luxurious and high-end banquet.
"Yin Yao's out."
There were people shouting in the crowd. I stood on tiptoe and saw a pair of long legs wrapped in black suit pants walking out of the bus.
###Chapter41,Beauty trap
A pair of shiny wine-red leather shoes shone under the neon light.
Yin Yao was still as handsome and cold as ever. Under the cover of the black umbrella, he couldn't see his face. He could only vaguely see his increasingly sharp silhouette becoming more bewitching and charming under the illumination of the spotlights.
He combed his back as usual, not a single bit messy. He maintained his meticulousness.
Standing in the crowd, he was still dazzling.
I fixed my gaze on his two fingers holding the unlit cigar.
