chapter 70 Ninth Prince and Uncle Ghost

Ingrid Nash really hated the smell of cigarette smoke on Blaton Hardy body. She could smell the smell of cigarette smoke on Blaton Hardy body every time she was with him. She had actually wanted to say this for a long time, but there was no one there. Just the right opportunity. "Yeah."Blaton Hardy nodded. Of course he also knew that smoking was bad, but he was stationed at the border all year round, and the only thing that could accompany him was cigarettes. After so many years, it has become...