C440 A Perfect Excuse

"Right, Mr Qing, I'm just smoking!" As Chen Yun's hand glided through the air, a piece of ash fell onto her arm. It was so hot that she couldn't help but shiver.

Ouyang Qing frowned as he snatched her cigarette and said angrily, "What happened to you? Is there something that you can't resolve?"

"No, I'm very good!" Chen Yun sat on the bed, her hands on the edge of the bed