C205 A Stalemate

After saying a few more words, Xi Jinchen hung up the phone and sat down on the sofa. He lit a cigarette in his hand, but he didn't smoke. He just let the smoke rise in the air.

Are you angry? Xi Jinchen leaned on the back of the sofa chair and rubbed his forehead with his other hand, thinking.

She must be angry. He remembered her expression at that time. That kind of cold and distant attitude