He worriedly let go of his hand and threw the extinguished cigarette butt into the ashtray.
The ghost baby touched his belly and looked like he wanted another one.
Jiang Xia checked its status and found that it had recovered from the blow of shattered ideals and was now very healthy.
So I decisively turned my head, pretending not to understand the clues from the ghost fetus, carrying the ashtray and going to the bathroom to flush it.
Chapter completed!