C167 Make Her Happy

Golden Emperor Group, CEO's office.

Ji Jing'an leaned back in his big black chair and placed one of his arms on the desk. He held the cigarette between his fingers and gently shook his slender fingers. The long section of ash burned out from the front end of the cigarette and fell into the cylinder.

He put the cigarette butt into his thin lips, took a deep breath, and lowered his eyes