Zhou Yinghuai spoke, his voice and demeanor plain: "Why didn't you have your assistant come and pick you up? Zheng Heng, my time is precious."
Zheng Heng pinched his brow, his expression somewhat weary.
"Have any smokes?" he asked.
Zhou Yinghuai took out a half pack of cigarettes from the car.
Zheng Heng raised an eyebrow, looking at him in surprise: "You don't carry cigarettes on you?"
"Jiang Tan has been coughing a lot lately, so I've temporarily quit smoking." Zhou Yinghuai paused, watching Zheng Heng smoothly light a cigarette and take a deep breath, then emotionlessly wound down the car window.
"I also feel shameful, being summoned to the police station because of a young girl." Zheng Heng tugged at the corner of his lip in self-deprecation, pain flickering in his brow: "But I really wanted to see her, I just didn't know how to interact with her."
Zhou Yinghuai didn't answer. He himself didn't understand how to deal with the current situation and Jiang Tan.
