Chapter 1724

But in front of Mo Feitong, Blake had to use Jessica as an excuse. Men were all like this. If he couldn't smoke in order to nourish his stomach, Mo Feitong wouldn't care and would only give him second-hand cigarettes.

Mo Feitong looked at Blake blankly. A second later, he took out his cigarette and looked around for an ashtray to put it out. Only then did he realize that there was no trace of the ashtray in Blake's study.

He saw a pot of coin grass in front of the French windows and threw the cigarette butt in. With a puff, the last wisp of smoke struggled and rose, but soon disappeared.

Inside the cat's nest, the white cat was enjoying itself. It was fighting with the cushion, and its claws were moving back and forth. Eventually, it managed to pull the beige cushion out.

The cat sat on the cat's perch and lowered its head to look at the mat lying on the ground. It discovered that someone was looking at it again. It raised its head to glance at Mo Feitong, then nonchalantly licked