master cheng returned to his apartment and sat there smoking silently.
it was a pack.
xiao mao poured a cup of water and placed it in front of him. he sighed softly, " "Master Cheng, it's bad for your lungs if you smoke too much."
Master Cheng's eyes were a little red. little Mao, did you know that my son has autism? " I don't believe a f * cking ghost. That little thing is so good-looking."
Xiao Mao had guessed that something had happened, but he had not expected it to be such a big deal.
Xiao Mao was silent for a moment, then said softly, " "master cheng, what are you going to do?"
Master Cheng pursed his lips. what can we do? it's okay!
then, he let out a long breath. " actually, i really don't know what to do. Little Mao, tell me, what should we do!"
"Master Cheng, do you really want to know?" Xiao Mao looked at master Cheng.
master cheng rolled his eyes at him and took another puff of his cigarette."go ahead,"
