Chen Biao looked at the cigarette Tang Luo offered and initially didn't want to take it.
But having been locked up these days, he hadn't smoked a single cigarette, and his craving had long since kicked in!
He gritted his teeth and still took it, putting it in his mouth.
"That's more like it. We're colleagues after all, coming to see how you are. Don't be angry, huh."
Tang Luo lit the cigarette for Chen Biao, smiling as he spoke.
Chen Biao took a deep drag from the cigarette, a look of relief spreading across his pudgy face—it felt so good!
"Don't think I don't know, you're just here to revel in my misery!"
Chen Biao exhaled a ring of smoke, and said coldly.
"Minister Chen, what are you saying? How could we possibly come to revel in your misery? Look at the state you've ended up in, whose fault is that? You can't blame me, right?"
Tang Luo pulled up a chair and sat down, speaking.
