The next moment, everyone took a step back simultaneously, wanting to completely distance themselves from the storm zone. But the bride's room was only so big; where could they possibly retreat to?
After that, everyone watched as Young Master Lin's originally indifferent curve of his mouth gradually became replaced by an enigmatic smile. At the same time, his steps began moving towards the silhouette standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.
An Nan had already retreated repeatedly. When her back touched the icy glass, she knew she had no way to retreat further. So she calmly locked eyes with the man now standing before her: "You're here?"
Lin Mubai didn't answer her question; he just asked with that same enigmatic smile: "Was it fun?"
An Nan shook her head abruptly: "Not fun."
"How was the taste of the little cutie?"
"Uh, not as good as yours."
"How did smoking feel?"
"Not great, it was very irritating."
