C42 It Turns out That Everything Is Fake

Qin Muchen sat there lazily. Qin Muchen's elegant figure and extraordinary temperament were like a painting.

Qin Muchen's slender fingers were holding a cigarette. Separated by the lingering smoke, Su Ziyue was unable to see Qin Muchen's face clearly for a moment.

Su Ziyue's gaze turned to the man standing at the side. She said in a trembling voice, "Mr