C439 A Perfect Excuse

"Yes, Ouyang, I am smoking!" As Chen Yuan's hand slid in the air, a piece of ash fell on her arm. It was so hot that she could not help but tremble.

Ouyang Qing frowned and took her cigarette. He said angrily, "What's wrong with you? Is there something you can't resolve?"

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