Jiang Ying admitted that he knew Zhou Yanzhi, but at this moment, he was not clear to him, as if he had a thick mask on his face.

What the face is like under the mask, no one knows.

A puff of cigarette curls in breath, exhales from between lips, blurs over the head and then retreats, a process that takes less than two seconds.

"Don't you have something to say, let's go out and say, it's not convenient here."

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