Pushing open the box door, the room was filled with smoke. Lu Rufeng was holding a glass of wine with smoke between his fingers. The ashtray in front of him was full of white cigarette butts, and several wine bottles were lying on the table.

when the door opened, Lu Rufeng lifted his eyes and glanced at Guan Shaoqing, then drank his own wine.

Guan Shaoqing frowned and went over. He sat down.

"do you want to be an alcoholic or a smoker? Don't want to die, right? Torture yourself like this. Forget the alcohol poisoning and stomach ulcer bleeding in the past two years

Lu Rufeng said nothing. He...