Gu Mohan stood along the corridor, he had one hand in his trouser pocket and the other held a cigarette, he was frowning as he smoked.
His distinct facial features could be seen vaguely through the smoky haze.
Tang Mo'er walked forward, she had to pass by him in order to leave the place. He had done it on purpose, wanting to block her so she couldn't leave without facing him.
She didn't look at him as she directly walking past him.
But her narrow wrist was grabbed by a strong hand and she heard his deep laughter ring in her ears. "Mo'er, you're pretending to be a stranger now, hm?"
"President Gu, let go!" She sneered.
