"Sit down!" Leaf ink thin lips light open, indifferent to say a voice, Mo Xiaojun is not polite, sitting in the guest chair in front of his desk, picked up smoke to ignite.

They are brothers and relatives, and some of their ideas are surprisingly consistent. At this point, for example, no one wants to speak first.

In this way, sitting here smoking silently, watching each other silently, without speaking, as if the master confronts, who speaks first loses.

No outsiders saw their posture at this time, and if they did, they would feel strange for this weird atmosphere.

There is no need for Mo Xiaojun to open his mouth....