Hearing this, Nangong Jin curled up his lips with an extremely roguish look.
He let go of Di Jinxuan's shoulder, fished a cigarette out of his bag, lit it on the side, took a puff, and elegant smoke rings spilled from his lips.
His charming demeanor left Hong Wu a bit stunned.
Then, with his long fingers pinching the cigarette, he smiled lightly, neither warm nor frosty, merely politely curving his lips, "I'm not in a position to advise. You are the teacher, what you say goes, I'm just here to see my wife."
Despite his casual demeanor, his words were very polite, and he even used the formal "you."
However, Hong Wu wasn't quite buying his politeness, raising his eyebrows and saying, "So, are you done looking? Mr. Nangong, I don't mean to speak unpleasantly, but I'm telling the truth. Normally, we don't allow visitors. But because of your past fame and honors in the dance world, we made an exception for you out of respect."
