"Sigh."
At Chen Fan's words, Qin An didn't immediately reply. Instead, he reached into a drawer for a box of Su cigarettes, pulling one out and tossing it to Chen Fan. He then lit one up himself and took a deep drag of smoke.
In Chen Fan's recollection, he had never seen Qin An smoke before. Plus, there were no ashtrays in Qin An's office, which suggested that Qin An didn't have a habit of smoking.
Yet, now, Qin An was pulling out a pack of cigarettes from a drawer. This made Chen Fan instinctively realize that this matter might not be so simple.
