Chapter 115 Do You Like My Belt?

• “Alright, I’ll change it immediately,” Thea said and erased the original design section before outlining the whole thing again and adjusted it slightly to the proportions.
• In the meantime, he leaned back and propped one arm on the couch, no longer looking at her. Instead, he fished out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
• The lighted cigarette glowed as white smoke floated in the air. However, Thea was unbothered by it because she was a person who could see nothing else once she was engrossed in work.