C209 Hate

Xiao Xiye had already taken off his suit and was wearing only his shirt. His tie had been thrown onto the white carpet, and two buttons on his collar had been undone.

He had obviously drunk too much. He leaned back in his chair and smoked.

Under the swirling smoke, that faintly discernible handsome face appeared somewhat dejected.

Ning Long had never seen Xiao Xiye act like this before