Just as he brought the cigarette to his lips, he suddenly remembered something, and his action paused.
However, after only two seconds, Ais chuckled, then without further hesitation, he opened his mouth and clamped the cigarette.
Thinking: She doesn't like the smell of smoke, so what does it have to do with me?
He lit it and took a drag.
The bright orange-red glow of the flame reflected a bit of mischievousness on his stunning face.
Ais puffed out smoke and, amidst the swirling smoke, lazily raised his eyes to glance at the man in black at the doorway.
He then burrowed into the sofa, found a comfortable sitting position, took two more drags, and then, in a lazy, teasing tone, opened his mouth:
"Third Young Master Jun, what winds blew you here? It's rare to see Third Young Master Jun in places like this—having a good time, huh? Tonight's spending must be on my tab."
Jun Moyan stepped forward, walking over, and looked down at Ais across a long table.
He opened with:
