In fact, Wang Ye was really keen on minimizing the matter and helping to cover up the fact that he smoked. It wasn't that he was a saint, but they were all soldiers of the same age. There was no need to become enemies because of this issue. On the contrary, if she helped him, he might be more inclined to listen to her.
However, there was no need to dwell on it at the moment. Wan Baojiang straightforwardly spilled everything.
In that moment, Ye Sanshi's eyes narrowed as he glared at Deng Hai. However, he didn't immediately scold him. Instead, he turned his head to look at Wang Ye and calmly said, "Well done. This is an internal matter of our class. There's no need to involve outsiders."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a waterproof plastic wallet, from which he took out a ten yuan bill.
"Here, you know where the service center is. Go and buy me the cheapest pack of cigarettes!" Ye Sanshi commanded.
