Lu Mingfei grew more and more frustrated, but upon reflection, he had only said those words to Zhuo Anan last night.
Even if she now wanted to date Chen Ziling, what right did he have to interfere?
Thinking about these things just made everything more chaotic, like his mind was tangled up in countless loops that couldn't be unraveled.
Lu Mingfei unbuttoned two buttons and decided to take a cold shower to calm down.
However, even after a half-hour cold shower, he still felt he couldn't calm down.
He walked out of the bathroom and rummaged through a drawer for a pack of cigarettes.
He usually didn't smoke and wasn't addicted, but occasionally when others offered him one or two, he could smoke them.
If it weren't for very tricky problems, he probably wouldn't smoke at all.
Lu Mingfei lit a cigarette and looked at the distance between the balconies of the Feng family and the Chen family.
To him, that two-meter width might as well have been non-existent.
