Just as he was about to reach for the money, a cigarette pressed directly on the kraft paper, which smelled like burnt kraft paper.

"Why are you here?" Leaf ink startled.

"You always dare not look me in the eye when you lie." Ye Miao Yong Road, pulled up his chair and sat down, "But the coffee spilled well."

Zhang Xiaohui was not very energetic. From the beginning, he was not used to this man. Or when he stood with him, he always felt like a dwarf.

The coffee shop happens to be a mirror design made of useful glass. In the mirror, a man sits in a stately manner...