Tian Sangsang's eyes narrowed slightly. Letting her out so easily? Could it be some kind of conspiracy? She walked forward in a daze; outside, it was already dusk, and the sunlight was dim and murky. She suddenly straightened her posture and stood frozen in place.
Jiang Jinghuai was bathed in the dim light of the setting sun, his tall and imposing figure casually leaning against one of the corridor's columns, a cigarette in his mouth. He looked... just like a gang boss, exuding an insufferable roguish aura.
"Let's go." Upon seeing her step out, he gave her a deep, meaningful glance.
He stopped again, reached up to adjust his cigarette, and exhaled a swirl of smoke.
