Tang Si got out of the car and leaned against the front, with a lazy yet wild demeanor.
One leg bent, he fished out a cigarette from his pocket, flicked it out, and put it between his lips.
Sunlight sprinkled down, the car body reflecting light, casting a glow over Tang Si's entire body, giving off a lazy yet noble aura.
He climbed out from the darkness of the earth, possessing such a temperament seemed unbelievable. Perhaps some people are born with nobility in their bones.
He lit the cigarette, but his whole being was in thought.
He sensed that the boy who died in the car explosion wasn't the one from the mountain.
It was his intuition; this matter wouldn't be that simple, involving Wu Wang's case as well.
He exhaled a deep breath of smoke, which rose in swirls, carrying a certain gloominess.
He always had a lazy smile, a look that seemed neither a smile nor not, but his eyes carried a sense of aloofness and indifference.
He was cold all over.
