C225 The Gigolo Ye Xiaofeng
The sunlight was warm, yet the autumn breeze carried a subtle chill, causing leaves to tumble from the trees lining the road. Ye Xiaofeng's BMW was parked along a deserted stretch, and he pulled out a cigarette. Qiao Hong, at his side, quickly produced a lighter and lit it for him.
"Mr. Ye, I only said what I did earlier because I was afraid of raising that person's suspicions. Please