Seeing that smug look, Yin Zheng's father couldn't take it anymore. He strode forward and snatched the cigarettes away.
Even though Yin Zheng's father was in his forties, his physical condition was no worse than that of Yin Zheng, who only knew how to eat, drink, and play.
Taking one out, Yin Zheng's father began to smoke contentedly. As he recognized the familiar taste, the last trace of doubt in his mind vanished.
"You little brat, how do you know such an important person?" Yin Zheng's father was extremely curious. Even he had only managed to get a single pack two years ago for some special reason, a gift from a big shot that he had used to show off a bit in his circle.
'I never thought I'd get the chance to see these cigarettes again.'
"It's because Brother Yang called me this morning and told me to pick someone up at the airport. He was the one who gave them to me!"
Joking aside, Yin Zheng grew much more serious when it was time to talk business.
