Squeak~
Zhang Zhineng pulled Yan Jie into a building that appeared to be inhabited solely by him. The furniture was haphazardly scattered, and cigarette butts littered the floor. The air was pervaded by a stench of sweat, prompting Yan Jie to wave his hand in front of his nose as they entered.
"Make yourself at home."
"Oh, okay."
After Yan Jie responded, Zhang Zhineng asked, "Did you bring anything to eat?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
At his question, Yan Jie pulled out two packs of instant noodles from his backpack, much to Zhang Zhineng's delight. After observing Zhang Zhineng's expression, Yan Jie glanced at the cigarette butts on the floor, then took an unopened pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and handed them to him.
The look on Zhang Zhineng's face went from surprise to pure joy as he bellowed, "Hey, you're a considerate youngster, huh!"
