C721 Call Me Uncle?

Tang Zheng knitted his brows as he looked at the fifth cigarette butt at his feet. Including the one in his hand, there was the sixth.

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, seeming to be infected by some of the bitterness on his tongue. He had waited for nearly two hours, and the guard had said that Mr Xu had left early in the morning.

Actually, he didn't know what was the use of waiting here