C1084 Must Not be Sloppy

Thinking of herself, it had been a long time since she had played with Zhu Xiaxin. Zhu Haoran often didn't come home, making her lonely and empty. After Faang Hui left, Zhu Haoran lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke, and covered his entire face, making his delicate face look even more mysterious.

Someone knocked on the door. Zhu Haoran thought Faang Hui had come back