C83 The Bitter Taste of Hatred

Lan Tian took out a pack of cigarettes worth eight dollars and handed one to the manager, who looked troubled. He also took one from his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, the manager hurriedly took out a lighter and lit it up for him.

Lan Tian took a deep breath and said lightly. "Manager, don't feel troubled. If the head office blames us, just call me. Actually