C1217 Shame

Ye Zhiqiu sneered like a hooligan. "I smoke. If I don't buy a lighter, do I have to drill wood to start a fire?"

Han Minjing frowned, and just as she scolded her daughter who had a look of disapproval on her face, Suddenly thinking of the matter Ye Zhimin mentioned in front of her last time, she tilted her head to look at the bowl of porridge