Zhou chongguang smiled and did not say anything.
He looked at the lights of the apartment outside the window and felt a little conflicted.
It wasn't that he wasn't tempted by Zhao Ziyi's words, but so what if he was? he still didn't have absolute confidence in tomorrow.
He was so annoyed that he wanted to smoke, but after he lit the cigarette, he backed off.
What if he could survive?
As he thought about it, his eyes focused on the cigarette butt and he hesitated.
that little bit of red was very much like the blood he had coughed out before. it was like a demon that entangled his vision.
but in the end, he still put down the cigarette and threw it on the ground to step on it.
it was a sleepless night. other than the heat, there were also the mosquitoes that were everywhere.
The environment was so bad that even someone like Zhou chongguang, who was unafraid of death, found it unbearable.
