"How could my smokes compare to your cigars? Yours are imported from abroad," Zhao Yunyong said.
Jing Xuan did not offer Zhao Yunyong a cigar, his deep eyes locked onto his face, "Why don't you confess your love to Jing Na?"
Zhao Yunyong scratched his head sheepishly and gave a bitter smile, "You know my family's situation. I have a secret crush on Jing Na, but she doesn't like me, and your uncle would never agree to let her marry the son of a thief."
Jing Xuan disagreed, "The one who stole was your dad, not you. I know what kind of person you are."
"Give me a cigar to smoke; I'm irritated," Zhao Yunyong reached out, asking Jing Xuan for one.
Jing Xuan pulled out a cigar and handed it over. Zhao Yunyong, after lighting it, took a deep puff, exhaled, and his eyes widened, "Bitter! And then sweet!"
