When they arrived at the duty room, Su Yun took out a cigarette and glanced at Gu Xiaoran. With a slight shake of her wrist, a cigarette jumped out like a spirit and appeared in front of Zheng Ren.
"Su Yun's technique is already very skilled, and her control of her wrist and fingers has also reached a certain level," Zheng Ren assessed in his heart. If he were to perform interventional surgeries, his skills would definitely be higher than those of rich people.
"Brother Yun, I don't smoke." Gu Xiaoran waved her hands,"my mom won't let me."
"Eh? Mommy's boy?"
"No, no. My mom said that smoking is not good. If you're right, then we have to listen to you. " Gu Xiaoran said.
"You cried just now?" Su Yun asked with a smile.
Gu Xiaoran was a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and nodded gently.
"You're promising!" "Come, tell Brother Yun why you're crying," Su Yun said in disdain.
