Han Chengyu sat on the edge of the bed with his head hanging, a cigarette between the fingers of his right hand. Probably because he was not wearing any clothes, he was shaking so much that he could barely hold half a cigarette.
The pain somewhere was so obvious that he couldn't convince himself that it was another too real dream.
There was a faint shouting sound behind him, and that person was probably awake, but he hadn't figured out how to face it yet, so he couldn't turn around.
This is different from competition at the negotiating table, nor is it a banquet of laughter and entertainment. He cannot speak sharply, and he cannot talk and laugh.
He was at a loss for words, he was at a loss...
"Fourth brother..."
The man's voice was hoarse.
Han Chengyu immediately trembled heavily. Maybe it was his misunderstanding, but his heart was trembling. By the way, his usually clear thinking was also confused.
Conception: