"Damn, what's going on?" Lin Hai asked in confusion.
When Fan Jian saw that it was Lin Hai who came in, he lifted his eyelids listlessly and said, "Brother Lin, good morning."
After speaking, he slumped back into his chair and continued to sit listlessly.
"What are you doing? You look totally lifeless."
Lin Hai looked at the chubby Fan Jian with puzzlement.
This guy is usually so sleazy and lively, why does he seem like he's been castrated today?
"It's nothing, just reviewing some stuff."
Fan Jian sighed.
Lin Hai didn't believe that Fan Jian was fine.
He took out a Hongmei cigarette and threw it to him.
Fan Jian caught the cigarette, lit it, and took several deep drags, his expression gloomy, his whole demeanor as if he had lost his vitality.
"What's really going on? You're a grown man, can't you speak up?"
Lin Hai asked again.
Fan Jian shook his head, clearly irritated, "Brother Lin, just drop it."
"How can I drop it? We are brothers!" Lin Hai said.
