Everyone entered the break room, and Jin Mo brought in some snacks along with cigarettes and tea. The room was filled with swirling smoke, as everyone lit up, the cigarettes clinging to their lips, bodies reclined backward, the epitome of comfort.
Jin Mo sized them up, and if it weren't for their business attire, she would have thought she'd walked into a den of thieves. Their eyes were arrogant and unrestrained, openly ogling the women present, treating them like goods, not as persons.
She lifted her gaze to Tang Yan, who also had a cigarette in his mouth. But he was different from the greasy middle-aged men. With his fair skin and distinct features, plus a high-end tailored suit, and his tall, model-like stature complemented by a pair of exquisite leather shoes, he stood out starkly among the group.
