When Fang Ziqin turned around, the dinner was over, and the house was empty.

The rest of the people didn't know where to go, Zhou Zhan sat on the chair, and the cigarette between his fingers was sent to his lips.

"What about them?"

Hearing the sound, his face lifted from the swirling white smoke, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were quite tired.

The words came out coldly: ......

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