C217 Vacillate

Hearing this, Han Jiuzhou's expression didn't change. He silently lit a cigarette and drummed his fingers on the table.

Drip.

Drip!

Drip!

Drip! Drip! Drip!

In the narrow office, only the sound of his fingers tapping against the wall could be heard. The expression on Liu He Kuan's face became more and more serious.

Han Jiuzhou exhaled a smoke ring, and then inhaled it into his nose