C78 Broken Cup

He leaned back on the chair, the cuffs of his white shirt slightly rolled up. In his hand, he was fiddling with a brand-new pink mobile phone, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, the lines on his face clearly defined. His handsome face had a touch of gentleness.

The moment Mao Yinhong opened the door, he saw a gentle smile on Huo Tince's face