C2018 Do you have any ideas

Feng Changyuan sat down and lit a cigarette with a "ka" sound.

"Qiu Zhen, what do you think?"

He had a lot of thoughts, but he didn't tell Feng Changyuan anything.

He knew that it was useless for him to say it.

"I don't have any ideas …" Qiu Zhen began to pretend to be stupid.

Feng Changyuan sighed coldly, looking a little disappointed