"Smoke less.
"You're still young. Your body is going to get sick from all the smoking eventually."
The woman of the former boss of Four Seas Company, Sun Hui, looked at the living room. Zhao Fanggang's expression was ugly as he smoked cigarette after cigarette.
Now, Sun Hui really treated Zhao Fanggang as the future pillar of her man. In the past, even when facing Ma Jizu, Sun Hui only treated him as a money tree.
"I'm fine. Rest early."
Zhao Fanggang opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
As he spoke.
Zhao Fanggang stood up and walked to the French window. He lifted the curtain.
He only saw the middle-aged detective who had asked him before raise his hand without hiding anything.
"They're pressuring you."
