Kang An took a puff of his cigarette, and he frowned slightly, which was not so obvious, but he could see a small piece of flesh arched between his brows, and there was a shallow wrinkle on both sides.

His eyes were full of thinking, and the movements of his hands also stopped at the moment when he heard Lynch talk about the result he thought.

The elbow is pressed on the armrest, the cigarette is held in the hand, and it is held upwards at ninety degrees to the armrest.

There are not many cigarettes curling up with blue smoke, time

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