He stopped two steps away, and Nan Wan could already smell the smoke, very strong, completely opposite to his gentle demeanor.
In her memory, he rarely smoked.
"Senior Brother Sheng, are you waiting for me?"
Sheng Boyan looked at her gentle and delicate face, feeling as if there were waves rolling in his heart. In the end, he only said, "Yes, waiting for you."
Nan Wan raised her hand to tuck the wind-blown strands of hair behind her ear and smiled, "Why didn't you call me? Is there something wrong?"
That Weibo post was deleted quickly, but people can't stop talking. Even if he didn't see it, he must have heard about it.
Sheng Boyan's originally gentle voice had become a bit hoarse from smoking too long, "No problem, I just happened to pass by and saw your car still parked outside. Your husband's not here, and working late isn't very safe for going home."
Passing by, how could it be just passing by...
