After getting in the car, Fu Yichen lit another cigarette.
Shi Nian'an was irritated by the smoke, "What kind of chimney are you? Didn't you just have one?"
"I've got a craving. If I hadn't passed by to buy cigarettes, how could you be sitting in my car right now?" Fu Yichen said, and took another satisfying drag.
Noticing that his palm was swollen, Shi Nian'an thought of his fierce fighting, "Doesn't your hand hurt?"
Fu Yichen wasn't one to be dramatic, "Would it not hurt? In this cold winter, my hands are freezing, and I swung a stick so many times, it's bruised. These are minor issues for me. You should go to the hospital to get checked out, consider it my good deed for the day. Hurry up and buckle up."
Shi Nian'an hastily propped herself up, "No need, my car is still here, I have to drive it back."
Fu Yichen was incredulous, "You're in this state and still worry about your car? Why not come back for it later?"
