Chapter 37: Selecting Spirits from Ashes

"What do you mean? It's not a good thing." Zhang Baoshan frowned and subconsciously reached out to touch the cigarettes. He took out a pack and took a look at it. He put it back and exchanged another pack. He gave me one and said with a dry smile: "I couldn't hold it back. I took three of them in one morning." It’s all gone. By the way, if you still have any, give me two more.”