C412 The Restless Zhou Yu Rong

"Yes, best friend." The Qixiaoduo replied.

Chuhaoyan didn't reply back to Qixiaoduo. He sat inside the art studio, put down his phone, and lit up a cigarette for himself. Then he smoked one cigarette after another, spitting out circles after circles.

Although he had not known the Qixiaoduo for long, he felt that the Qixiaoduo was not only his friend in his heart