Mu Chudi knocked at the door and pushed it in.

In the study, the lights were bright, and smoke rose from the desk, which blurred the face of Hawthorne.

Mu Chudi could not see Huo Mu's facial expression clearly.

The trachea was never good. She smelled the smoke and frowned naturally.

She knows very well that Homer must have heard Chinan on the other end of the phone, otherwise he would not have smoked at home.

Mu Chudi, holding ginseng tea, hurried past.

"Cup ginseng tea and go on, don't be too tired, and have a little rest for your eyes."

as usual, saying caring words.

However, these words did...