C831 The Reason Is Not Simple Is It

Lin Yu sat beside a shabby eight-seater table. He lightly tapped his cigarette on the ashtray as he looked at the other side.

On the opposite side, Lee Wei's father, Lee Yuanshi, was holding a few thin pieces of paper and reading them over and over again. His hands were constantly trembling, and the intensity of the trembling was getting larger and larger, like falling leaves in the wind