Old Yang was also a heavy smoker. Since he was transporting crude oil today, he had abstained for a long time. He had reached out several times to grab the cigarette placed in front of him, but he managed to resist each time. It must have been quite uncomfortable for him. Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to light a cigarette, he took the one offered to him.
With both of them lighting up, the atmosphere unintentionally loosened up.
Quickly, they arrived at their destination. The middle-aged man instructed, "You two stay in the truck for now and turn off the lights. We are closer to the town here, so let's hurry up, unload, and leave."
As soon as the middle-aged man left, the young man popped up again, "Hehe, he finally left. Come on, Master, let's have another smoke..."
Old Yang waved a hand in dismissal, "Let's not. It's better to smoke less when we're unloading these goods."
