"Oh," Little Nini obediently handed her small hand to Li Qianrui, still glancing reluctantly at Zhou Jin.
Zhou Jin waved his hand, "Daddy will look for you when I'm free."
Li Qianrui left with Little Nini.
Only three people were left in the room. Mo Yan looked at the palm print on his boss's face and knew things were bad; it must have been the wife who hit him.
Zhou Jin paced around the room with his hands on his hips. He licked his dry, thin lips, then reached into the nightstand and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, wanting to smoke.
"President Zhou, you can't smoke with your current health condition," the woman reminded him.
Zhou Jin stiffened, then crushed the cigarette pack in his palm, and finally kicked a chair over forcefully with his left foot.
"President!" Mo Yan exclaimed.
