Xingyu turned around and discovered that the person who had walked in was Yuexiang. He was on the phone, his left hand gripping the glowing screen, while his long, elegant index and middle fingers held a lit cigarette. He wasn’t smoking it; he simply let it burn.
Yuexiang likely hadn't expected anyone to be in the stairwell, much less to find Xingyu wrapped in an embrace with a man. He froze, his gaze lingering for a long moment before becoming complex and heavy.
"Hello? Mr. Yuexiang, are you still there?" The person on the other end of the line was speaking with extreme caution, humbly begging for Yuexiang's help. Yuexiang had just managed to agree with a detached, polite tone, but his sudden silence made the caller's heart skip a beat, terrified that Yuexiang might have reconsidered and decided to refuse the request. If he wouldn't help, the caller would truly be at the end of his rope.
Chapter 191