Late at night, in the most luxurious hotel suite in Hong Kong City, Shi Mo was sitting on the leather sofa, the ashtray next to him was already full of cigarette butts, after smoking one, he picked up the remote control, opened the window, and the night breeze blew in to take away the smoke, but it couldn't take away his melancholy mood.

He had never been in a relationship, and when it came to this kind of problem, he really had no experience.

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