Watching his wife and son leave, the man still standing in the evening breeze languidly lit a cigarette. Amid the swirling smoke, his loneliness became even more real and clear.
That image in the eyes of outsiders was exceptionally... surprising!
So, even with delicious food around her, Bai Cenlin still pointed at the silhouette outside the window, surprised: "Isn't that person President Lu?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yebai glanced up just for a moment and then grinned mischievously: "Not just like him, that's actually..."
"Really?"
A sigh, Bai Cenlin said curiously: "Isn't he supposed to be having dinner with Gu Qianqian? Why is he standing alone on the street?"
"No need to say, he got dumped by Qianqian!"
"...Ah?"
In a voice of astonishment, Lu Yebai kindly explained: "Seems like Qianqian's temper has grown over the years; she even dares to show attitude to my uncle now."
