Hence, Cheng Donglin picked up the hard pack of ladies 'cigarettes.
Looking at the girl's dead silence, he weighed it in front of everyone and smiled meaningfully. He opened the cigarette box. well, not bad. I've already smoked two or three cigarettes.
As he spoke, he pulled out a cigarette and compared it to the girl's face, which was already trembling. the burn wound should be this big, right? "
It was a question, but his tone was unquestionable.
Instantly, the rich lady's face looked as if she had been slapped several times in an instant, and her expression turned extremely ugly.
