C94

In Ye Juan's bedroom, the curtains were drawn, isolating the snow-white outside the window.

Yin Hann sat on the sofa and habitually lit a cigarette.

Ding Hann frowned and turned on the air purification system. "Mr. Yin, it's not good to smoke after lying down for so long!"

Green smoke shrouded the top of Yin Hann's head. His tone was very relaxed: "Once in a while, smoke one and you won't die