Lao Geng slept like a corpse on the Eight Immortals table, and the others smoked around him. Even Sister Yu had one between her fingers.
The Nine-Five Supreme, produced in Ningcheng, cost more than 100 yuan a pack, and a pack of ten thin sticks. It was a good thing that Lao Geng himself could never bear to smoke. In the blink of an eye, it was divided by two rich boys and their accomplices without hesitation. .
What's even more immoral is that they put disposable paper cups on the table as ashtrays, only five centimeters away from Lao Geng's face, to deliberately smoke him.
Chen Chuan said, "Smoking is harmful to health, and second-hand smoke poisons the environment. In order to live a few more years, everyone must exercise restraint in the future. Isn't that right, Boss Lei?"
Zheng Haiping looked at Lei Jing thoughtfully.
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