C218 I'm afraid I can't help it

Cheng Yichen, dressed in a perfectly straight white suit, stood in front of the french window. There was a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke lingering in the air.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor, then stopped in front of the office. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, bringing in a gust of cold wind. Midnight was standing at the door wearing a black suit