Nan Ze returned from the director's office to the outside of the emergency room, his Western features showed no expression as he walked to the window, taking out a cigarette pack and lighter from his suit pants pocket.
He first lit one up for himself, took two puffs, then handed one to Mu Jin Huan while looking at the endless night outside.
His voice was calm, "I'll handle Huai Yu's issue, you stay out of it."
Since returning to the North Shore Villa from Nan Wan, Mu Jin Huan rarely smoked, only occasionally would he smoke two when encountering tricky matters, but never at home and definitely not in front of her.
For men, nicotine has a peculiar ability to calm the mind amidst myriad thoughts.
He glanced down, then accepted the cigarette and lit it.
Blue-white smoke exhaled from his slender lips, circling past his chiseled features, across his short black hair, and finally dissipating into the air.
