C540 The Prisoners Have Returned

Machine room.

Mao's hands were dancing on the keyboard. As time passed, his frown became tighter and tighter.

As if he had smelled the smoke floating in the air, Mao suddenly stopped and turned to look at Ye Fei. He was not surprised. "Brother Ye, you are here. Can you give me a cigarette?"

"Didn't you not smoke?"

Ye Fei was a little strange. In his memory, Mao never smoked