Do you think that girl cares?

The night was dark.

In the hotel's Presidential Suite.

In the bedroom with only the dim yellow wall lamp on, Yuan shaojing was sitting quietly on the sofa with a cigar in his hand.

He lowered his head and looked at li Sinian's yellowed photo.

His fingers moved back and forth, his expression dejected.

After some time, Yuan shaojing put the cigar in his hand into the amber-colored whiskey in front of him.

The cigar was snuffed out.

"Mr. Yuan ..."

The men who got down from the bed walked over in a flattering manner.

Yuan shaojing didn't even look at them. He asked uncle hai to give the money to them and let them leave.

As for Cheng Lingyun, she seemed to have inhaled something, and she was still in a daze with a smile on her face.

He only felt refreshed.

It was as if she had a beautiful dream.

"Mr. Yuan, about country g ..."

Uncle hai said in a low voice, but Yuan shaojing interrupted him.