C39 I Made an Appointment with Beicheng

"You don't understand?"

Qi Beichen took out a cigarette. His slender fingers held the cigarette, but he didn't light it. He just held it. His voice sounded a bit hoarse, probably because he wanted to smoke.

"How could that be?" The corner of Wen Wanwan's mouth lifted into a faint smile. Her slender hands picked up the book and began to read.

At the bottom, it said: "99