Zhang Ziwen nonchalantly picked up the soft Zhonghua cigarette on the table after sitting down. He lit one up and took an elegant puff. It was so much better than the cheap ones he usually smoked, which cost around ten yuan per pack.
Hai Dafu looked at him, chuckling to himself, "See what I mean? So predictable. This guy's making me look bad." He shook his head and sighed, a clear sign that trouble was brewing as he referenced their 'frenemy' relationship.
Zhang Ziwen rolled his eyes at him, not saying a word. He flipped him off. Ah, how refreshing! It felt like ages since he let himself be so vulgar. Zhang Ziwen was loving it.
"Miss, Dragon Well tea, please." Zhang Ziwen ordered his tea then turned to Hai Dafu, "You've got some too, right? No objections to me having this kind of tea, I hope."
