The next day.
When Lu Chengzhou came out of the bathroom, he saw Gu Mang standing sideways on the balcony smoking a cigarette. The sunshine outlined her figure and she cast a long shadow.
The wind outside blew her hair and her face looked amazing under the dazzling light.
She was holding onto her phone and having a phone call.
He could hear her low voice from inside.
"Mmh, it's almost time." Her tone was calm. The other party's voice could not be heard. She laughed lightly and answered obnoxiously, "Scared? Not even when your father, I, was ten."
Lu Chengzhou was quiet.
'Your father'?
"How is that your problem?" Gu Mang flicked the ashes from her cigarette and they floated away with the wind.
As if she had sensed Lu Chengzhou's gaze, she narrowed her black eyes and looked straight at him.
