Jun Chulin words were provocative.
The glances exchanged were fierce and intense.
Seeing the fiery exchange, Tang Mo'er's face went pale and she hurriedly stood up. "You two can have a good talk. I have to go to the washroom."
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Gu Mohan escorted her with his gaze, till she disappeared from his line of vision. He then took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket and held it out. "Young Master Jun, would you like to smoke?"
Jun Chulin smirked. "Mr Gu, thanks for the offer, but I don't smoke."
Gu Mohan took out a stick of cigarette from the packet and lit it, placing one arm on the table and taking a puff. "Young Master Jun, I've got a huge tobacco craving recently, I hope you won't mind me."
Jun Chulin only shrugged in response.
