Cen Xi pulled open the door, then poked her head out to look around.
The man's tall figure was leaning against the wall as he had a cigarette in between his fingers. Smoke slowly arose and blurred the man's handsome features, so she couldn't really see the man's expression.
Cen Xi took a few steps towards the door and stretched her hand holding onto the jacket out. "I planned to send it for dry-cleaning before I sent it to you. If you're in such a rush to have it, I can't clean it for you."
The man slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke as his dark eyes glanced at her.
Cen Xi was surprised from seeing the redness in his eyes, together with his dark gaze.
Why did he seem a little strange?
After a few seconds, Cen Xi furrowed her eyebrows after seeing that he wasn't taking the jacket, she repeated, "Young Master Qiao, your jacket."