Back at the company, Li Yifei first went to Xu Yingying to touch base, but it was almost time for work, so Xu Yingying didn't say much and let Li Yifei leave.
There wasn't much happening in the office that afternoon, until Chen Xingrui, the chubby guy, came over to chat with Li Yifei for a bit.
"Boss, this cigarette of yours is not bad, I see it's Special Tribute," Chen Xingrui the chubby guy helped himself to one of Li Yifei's cigarettes, smoking contentedly without any reservations.
"You know this cigarette?" Not many people recognized that cigarette, prompting Li Yifei's question.
"Not familiar, just feel that it's smooth and the smell doesn't linger strongly on the clothes. If all cigarettes were like this, they wouldn't be so distasteful. Boss, can you get me a couple of cartons?"
"Get lost, a couple of cartons? Once I finish these, I don't even know if I'll get more," Li Yifei scoffed.
"Then how about just a pack?"
