Currently, the guests nearby might appear to be bustling with conversation, but in reality, every single pair of eyes had drifted toward them. Lin Que and Yu Shao were standing fairly close and didn't dare to even breathe too loudly as they watched the pair in a standstill with their swords drawn.
Qin Xiyuan was originally suspicious due to Yi Yunmo's looks but became uncertain when she saw Si Yehan's attitude.
The more Lin Que mulled over it, the more dismayed he became. However, he seriously couldn't think of a solution, so he hid to the side and lit a cigarette, spitting out a billow of smoke.
The smoke followed the wind and happened to float toward Si Yehan.
Ye Wanwan was waiting for Si Yehan's response, but her gaze shot toward Lin Que like a blade as she said, "The cigarette, snuff it out."
Lin Que was dumbfounded, the cigarette between his lips. "Eh... huh?"
Ye Wanwan extended her hand to wave away the wisp of smoke in front of Si Yehan before repeating, "Snuff out the cigarette."
Lin Que looked at Ye Wanwan and looked at Si Yehan before finally realizing what she meant. He didn't say anything, but complaints overflowed inside.
Are you for real? Ninth Brother is a man, so do you need to fuss over nothing when he's inhaling a little smoke?
Lin Que resentfully glanced at his Ninth Brother before obediently putting out his cigarette.
Si Yehan naturally saw Lin Que's resentful gaze but didn't reveal anything in his expression. His finger lightly tapped against the glass surface of the bar, his unfathomable, starry eyes silently staring at the girl.
Ye Wanwan said, "Director Si, this way."
She extended her arm toward Si Yehan.
Si Yehan glanced at the girl's soft and delicate palm before slowly standing up and enveloping her small hand with his bigger hand.
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