Charles lit a cigarette.
He raised his eyes and looked at Xie Zhengyuan who was holding the phone, his hands trembling slightly, squinting slightly, and spit out a smoke ring, “What do you mean? Do you think this person is her?”
“How come,” Xie Zhengyuan stomped the smoke that fell to the ground, and his eyes were very heavy. “I just want to see who that person is.”
He picked up his coat and pushed the door away.
What Xie Zhengyuan didn’t tell Charles was that such a method, such a tone, a shot…
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