· Qin Hongnian leaned on the dark brown leather sofa and slowly turned through several pages of information. He slowly blew out a puff of green smoke, tapped the long ash accumulated on the end of the cigarette with his index finger, and smiled softly with a slightly raised corner of his mouth. A low voice suddenly sounded in the private room, which was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"Interesting," he put out the burned cigarette butt in the crystal ashtray, and softly uttered three words, "find him."
· Li Shuiping, who was sitting next to him, could not help shaking his hands.
Thank you all little angels for your collection and comments. (Stupid author's cute face#)