C1804

Su Qing He took out a cigarette and passed it to Wang Qian. "Little friend Wang Qian, you want to smoke one?"

Wang Qian shook his head and looked around Su Qing He's room.

This was a small house that was about 60-70 square meters. The furniture in the house was old, and on a table, Su Qing He's half-eaten baguette was placed.

In another corner, there was an ancient frame.

On the Bogu shelf