"Let's go for a smoke. " Su Yun laughed.
She couldn't help with this kind of family matter. It was good enough to hear Zhou chunyong's son's angry voice and not his dying voice.
Zheng Ren nodded, then shook his head and said,""Director Zhou is going to be busy."
"When I was young, my dad hung me up and beat me three times. Every time, he would break a leather belt." Su Yun said.
The two of them walked outside, and Su Yun took out a cigarette box. With a flick of her wrist, a cigarette jumped out.
Just as it was about to fly out of the cigarette box, he pinched it lightly with his fingers and brought it to Zheng Ren's mouth. Then, he took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.
After lighting the cigarette, the two of them took a puff. The smoke lingered in the air. Zheng Ren's facial muscles twisted as he thought of something.
Su Yun felt that something was amiss and looked over with a frown.
