บท 127: A Slap to the Face (7)

He turned the car around and silently stopped it by the roadside.

His heart was desolate, like there was an empty patch in it that could not be filled no matter what.

He pulled out a cigarette, lit it and took a draw.

The large quantity of nicotine immediately had an impact on his lungs, making him cough. However, for a while, he refused to exhale and kept the smoke in his body.

He consecutively smoked several cigarettes. As he thought about her proud personality, he picked up his cell phone and made a call.

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Qiao Lian was in her room, wondering how she was going to eat.

If she went downstairs, the servants would definitely notice her face. Furthermore, it would probably not be good for her face if she applied another facial mask, right?

Frustrated, she hit herself on the head. Then, her cell phone suddenly rang.

When she opened it, she saw that 'Chuan Forever' had messaged her in the WeChat group.