C27 Aftersmoke

Ye Nancheng leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. His handsome face was full of fatigue. He was too tired. He had not slept at all last night.

His phone rang at an untimely moment. He opened his eyes and glanced at the caller. It was Mizi, his girlfriend of more than two years.

Ye Zichen pressed the call button, and her clear voice came out of the receiver, "Nancheng, I'm back