C180 Favorite Marriage of Wealthy People 113

"Sit!" Ye Zimo's lips slightly parted as she replied indifferently. Mo Xiaojun didn't show any courtesy and sat down in the guest chair in front of his desk. He took out a cigarette and lit it.

They were blood-related brothers, and some of their thoughts were surprisingly consistent. For example, at this moment, no one wanted to speak out first.

Just like this, he sat there silently smoking