C211 Xue Chen What Do You Mean

The night was bleak and dark over the city. The soft glow of the neon lights illuminated the entire city, like a city of illusions. Countless people were trapped in it, unable to extricate themselves.

Inside a presidential suite in the Hilton Hotel in Fengxiang City.

Zhang Hui sat on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke swirled around him.

Under the illumination of the lights