C290 The Word Zhu Was Written on the Watch

In the bright office on the top floor of the Huazhu building, a gentle man was smoking.

There was a stack of documents on the table. He had just finished reading them not long ago.

A beautiful, transparent cigarette barrel was filled with cigarette butts.

He looked at the ruined paintings on his table. He had randomly picked up a few paintings from the room where the light was being whispered