Tang Li turned her head in the direction he pointed.
Then, she saw Song Baiyan standing in front of the roasted sweet potato stall.
After leaving the café, Song Baiyan didn't change back into his suit, but was only wearing a shirt and trousers, just like last night. The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to just below the elbow. However, at this moment, he was holding a cigarette in his right hand. Tang Li felt that he looked more like he did when they had lunch.
When Song Baiyan stood on the street side and passersby came and went, no one noticed the Finance Minister. It seemed as if he was just an ordinary man buying roasted sweet potatoes.
In Tang Li's eyes, this side of Song Baiyan seemed less serious and steady, particularly the way he smoked, which made her couldn't help but take a few more glances.
It was a casualness unique to mature men.
Actually, Han Jifeng also smoked.
The only difference was that Jifeng tended to smoke when he was in a very bad mood.
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