At this moment, Wang Xi felt a chill down his spine, who was this person named Shuang Shuang? Her eyes stared at him relentlessly like eagle eyes.
"Wang Xi, prepare two packs of these cigarettes each day from now on."
"Yes!"
After dusk, the brick kiln factory stopped operations, and people in the factory were gradually driven out. Wang Xi went to the cafeteria with the crowd, but seeing the food, he completely lost his appetite. In the police station, Wang Xi had the best conditions.
His parents moved from the south to do business in the north, and he had a relative who was an official in Yanjing. Life was affluent, and he had never suffered much since he was a child. His body was soft and tender, unlike the big rough men around him. No wonder Shuang Shuang focused on him; he indeed didn't look like someone doing hard labor.
