Song Kaiming sat nearby continuously smoking, his face under the smoke even more sullen than at school.
And there was more worry too; normally the smell of smoke wouldn't bother him, he even thought it added masculinity.
Now with wave after wave of smoke, Ai Lian suddenly found it stinky. Annoyed, she waved away the smoke with her hand: "You're so annoying! Can't you go outside if you want to smoke?"
As she spoke, she gave Song Kaiming a cold glance, seeing his face full of worry. She frowned: "Are you thinking about that bitch's mother? She's been taken to K City by her little bitch, she doesn't need your concern anymore. There's no use worrying."
Song Kaiming blew out a puff of smoke and shot a disdainful look at Ai Lian: "Idiot, why would I think about an old lady?"
Why should an old hag have the right to bother him so much?
"Then what are you thinking about? You look so displeased."
