Dark room, sunshine from curtains, so that the room appears very strange.

Ou Cheng was sitting in a chair with a cigarette in his mouth. Every time he took a deep breath, the face looked very strange.

Zhao Bin sat on another chair and frowned uncontrollably. He didn't smoke much at ordinary times and naturally didn't like secondhand smoke.

Instead, Bob, sitting at the other end of the couple, tapped on Erlang's legs indifferently, but kept a close eye on Ou Cheng.

"Is your wife a zero-degree person?"

"Do you have evidence of zero degrees?"

"More than one Angel Island?"

"Have you considered the consequences you said?"

"If we cooperate,...