After a short while, Yun Lih pinched out the cigarette with a disgusted face, feeling that something was off regardless of how he smoked it.
He was about to throw it away casually when Su Moshi stopped his motion, "Give it to me, if it's a fake, I'll hold the convenience store accountable."
Yun Lih looked at the cigarette box and stuffed it into his hand, then turned around and waved dismissively, "Make damn sure you follow up on it."
Su Moshi watched his retreating figure, the entire pack of cigarettes unknowingly getting crushed in his grip.
Shang Yu sensed Li Qiao's tense body, released her hand, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders to pull her to his side, asking with eyes as deep as the ocean, "What did you find out?"
Su Moshi's nostrils flared as he opened his palm to look at the deformed cigarette box, "The problem isn't with the cigarettes… These are not cigarettes."
The convenience stores in the small town are international chains; they never sell fake cigarettes.
