C27 Son of a B Tch's Counterattack(4)

Zhou Mingyuan seemed especially enthusiastic this time. In the afternoon, Chen Jia was resting in the ward, and he came in with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Ah Ji, how is your injury?"

Who came to visit a patient and smoke in the ward? Chen Jia understood that Zhou Mingyuan had always treated him as a target of exchange for benefits from the beginning to the end. Disgust arose in his heart