Ye Mingmei blinked and said, "Brother Yu, it's not good to have this habit. You haven't even had breakfast, why are you smoking?"
Shi Nuan also frowned slightly. Even from a distance, she could sense that Song Yansheng's mood wasn't very good.
The cigarette between his fingers wasn't the first he'd smoked this morning.
Didn't the servant say he went to the gym? Why's he in a bad mood now?
As Shi Nuan approached with Ye Mingmei, Song Yansheng finally stubbed out his cigarette, looking at them, a smile faintly appearing on his lips.
But that smile never reached his eyes, Shi Nuan thought.
Song Yansheng asked, "How is it? Is the morning scenery at the Song Mansion beautiful?"
Shi Nuan didn't respond, but Ye Mingmei nodded cheerfully. "Yes, it's very beautiful. Brother Yu, you should have come and strolled with us. There are so many flowers blooming in the yard, really quite lovely!"
