Is This Thing Really That Useful

All of a sudden, Lu Chen was extremely annoyed.

Many memories were reflected in his mind. Whether it was happiness or pain, they were all reflected in a complicated emotion that he could not let go of for a long time.

But Zhao Xiaorann seemed to be somewhat unperturbed. She waved her hand and said, Come in and have a seat. Then he took the lead and sat on the bed.

To be exact, although this standard room was cheap, it was quite spacious. Beside the bed were two chairs and a small table with a ceramic ashtray on it.

Lu Chen sat on the chair. Like a conditioned reflex, he wanted to smoke a cigarette to ease his complicated mood.

But he held it in.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiaorann seemed to see through his thoughts and said: smoke if you want to, I don't know you yet, you can't leave without cigarettes.