The girl's soft voice came through, seemingly playing some music, a bit noisy. Bao Ye sat on the bedroom sofa, his long legs sprawled out, lazily relaxed, looking slightly tired, holding a half-smoked cigar between his fingers.
He took a drag, smoke swirling around.
The man responded: "Hmm."
He was about to ask what she was doing.
Just then, Jiang Ruan put her phone on the counter, her hands were wet, and she was afraid of getting the phone wet.
This brought her closer to the Bluetooth speaker.
The song then became clear in Bao Ye's ears.
"...If you marry, marry Grey Wolf, such a man is a role model, women are like flowers, unable to withstand storms..."
What kind of crappy song is this?
Bao Ye's face slightly darkened, dense fog and clouds coexisted, and a cold expression appeared on his face. Marry Grey Wolf?
Who is Grey Wolf?
"Turn off the song."
The man's commanding voice came, cold and cold, with a low voice, not allowing her to refute.
