C967 Black Cat Dying

Jing Hai asked me: "How many lives do you think a person should have?"

I snorted from my nose, Sun Lu placed a cigarette in his mouth, suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, he glanced at my feet, then immediately put the cigarette and lighter back.

When Jing Hai saw that I didn't bother to respond, he didn't feel bored either. Instead, he spoke in a hushed tone