C62 dispute

Quan Jinchen sat on the big chair in the study, his long fingers tapping on the smooth surface of the table.

His eyes were dark and dull, as if they were undulating in the depths of the abyss.

Quan Jinchen could only feel her irritation, and the source of that irritation was the lost expression that the woman from before could not hide in his mind.

Quan Jinchen smoked a cigarette