C178 Brother

Tang Ning's hand paused for a moment, then he turned around. The morning sun hit his face. He was fair and handsome, but his expression was rare and solemn: "Who told you what?"

"What?"

What?" Tang Ning raised his hand and lowered half of the window. Smoke drifted out along with the air. With your personality, if it wasn't for what someone told you, you wouldn't be so impatient