Bo Yanching's face was cold, his cheeks tense, as if he was holding back a breath he couldn't release.
Suddenly, he reached out his hand, "Cigarette."
Han Che understood instantly and immediately handed over a cigarette.
The sound of the lighter startled Xu Shu, who had been slumped on the sofa. He opened his eyes, glanced over, sighed, and decided to turn his back and lie down.
By the time half the cigarette had burned away, the atmosphere in the room had grown cold enough to suffocate.
Bo Yanching spoke in a detached tone, "No need to follow her. Since she's gone, she shouldn't come back. If she ever returns to Rongcheng City—"
The man took a deep drag from the cigarette, his deep voice tainted with the haze of smoke, enveloped in a thin, cold mist, "Expulsion."
Han Che swallowed hard.
He didn't dare respond.
With Miss Nan leaving like this, it was feared she wouldn't return.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have burned her bridges like this with Master Bo.
Jiangcheng City.