Chapter 797: Our Child

Jingshu could never have imagined that when she came out for coffee, she would still meet this woman, Azi!

In this broad daylight, Azi is still wearing a black kimono, her face is as white as paper, and her flaming red lips, at a glance, she really looks like a gaudy ghost.

Jingshu felt that female ghost was not enough to describe Zi, rather the words 'black impermanence' were more apt.

Not waiting for Jingshu to open his mouth, 'Black Impermanence' Ah Zi sat straight beside Jingshu, without a word of greeting, and drew out the slender golden smoking gun pinned to his waist.

With a 'sizzle', Zi scratched a match and lit the bong, taking a drag and exhaling smoke.

The waiter at the restaurant saw it and rushed forward to stop Zi. The restaurant doesn't allow smoking.

But the waiter was almost close to Zi when he was blocked, and looked down at the person in his way and was scared half to death. For against him was a pistol.

The waiter then re