Mao Zhihang also got out of the car and introduced himself to Xing Taining, who stood before him. He then naturally took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed them into Xing Taining's hands.
Xing Taining's eyes lit up.
Heaven knows how much pressure he had been under lately and he was exactly in need of cigarettes. A crumpled one had been in his shirt pocket for many days, and when his craving hit, he only dared to take it out and smell it.
"How can I accept this? You see, you're survivors, and I..." Xing Taining felt the cigarettes were too valuable to take.
"Officer, everyone in our car is family, and no one fancies a smoke. It'd be a waste to let them sit, so please, take them!"
Mao Zhihang's words were proper, attempting to make the officer feel wholly justified in accepting them.
