"Father, why give Mr. Maha such ordinary cigarettes? Are we looking down on someone?" Jing Shu said, waving her hand, and Tan Ke, as tall and sturdy as a wall, immediately came over with her signature black box.
The black box clicked open, but Maha couldn't see it. At this moment, Maha's mind was filled with the words Jing Shu had just said: such ordinary cigarettes? Even this top-tier flavored cigarette is rare enough for him, even as a diplomat who can acquire many things.
A cigarette that is almost extinct in the Middle East is just ordinary in the eyes of Miss Zhou?
Maha's brain was slightly overwhelmed.
Yet, Jing Shu took out a delicate little box from the black case. The box was black with a lettered logo engraved on it. It looked very high-end, and the contents inside were perhaps even more precious.
