C595 Panax Artemisiae 54

Xing Mowei slowly opened the drawer in front of him and took out his precious tea leaves. After boiling them, he placed them in front of that person.

"When did uncle come back?"

"Humph!"

Xing Tianqiao snorted. He directly pressed the cigarette in his hand into the transparent ashtray and turned it around.

"I'm back early."

What the other party said sounded weird