C52 His Hate

Ten minutes later, Chu Zui opened the door and came back with a box of antidote and baking soda.

The dim yellow light shone on the corner of the sofa. His tall body was lazily lying on the sofa quietly. The cigarette in his hand was twinkling, and the faint smoke lingered on his pale face, silently puffing out smoke.

Chu Zui was speechless for a moment