A car was parked at the clubhouse entrance, and Deng Jiazhe leaned against it, smoking a cigarette.
One look told me he was waiting to pick someone up. I knew better, though—it certainly wasn't me. He couldn't possibly have known I was attending this party.
The moment he saw us walk out together, Deng Jiazhe’s gaze tightened. A second later, his composure returned. He stubbed out his cigarette, st










