Qin Zhan slowly stood up, took off his shirt and threw it onto the sofa, then half-slouched on the sofa, raised his hand to pick up the cigarette on the table, snapped his fingers to light it, and as he held it in his mouth, he heard another childish, cold hum.
His hand paused slightly, Qin Zhan kept a straight face while deeply inhaling the cigarette, but who would have thought it would suddenly extinguish halfway through.
Qin Zhan: ...
He gently exhaled the smoke from his mouth, tossed the cigarette onto the table, furrowed his brows slightly, and with a shift of mental focus, a wave of spiritual power surged around his body. Suddenly a child was squeezed out from Qin Zhan's body, rolling onto the ground with a groan, flipping over and rubbing his bottom as he stood up.
"Qin Zhan! I'm going to tell Sister you are bullying me!"
Qin Zhan casually reignited the cigarette, "Go ahead and do it now."
