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But it still hurts a little from the distance, however,

This pain is probably less than falling down.

It's much better to fall down.

After completing this series of actions,

Sweat was already beading on Chen Hao's forehead.

A wave of weakness washed over me.

There is even another type,

The urge to collapse into bed and sleep.

But Chen Hao knew,

Chen Hao can't rest yet.

There's another one upstairs.

The person waiting for a match to smoke.

Dragging his somewhat tired body,

Slowly, they "climbed" up the stairs.

Chen Hao then saw the man's back.

The man heard the sound,

He turned and glanced at Chen Hao.

Rather than looking,

It's more accurate to say they were sizing up Chen Hao.

I looked it over from top to bottom.

There seemed to be some dissatisfaction in his eyes.

But it only happened in a flash.

Chen Hao, however, felt differently.

You can't see anything from below.

When Chen Hao went closer to take a look, he realized...

Although this man's face...

Somewhat disheveled,

But his eyes were exceptionally bright!

It's so bright it seems to see right through people's hearts!

After the man sized him up,

She turned her head away from Chen Hao.

Chen Hao sluggishly...

She sat down next to the man.

The man didn't speak, but took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He pulled one out and handed it to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao took it and glanced at it.

Good heavens, the supreme ruler.

There are only two types of people who can afford to smoke this.

One type is the wealthy...of course,

Nonsense, there's another one.

People who pretend, however.

The first impression Chen Hao had of the man

He doesn't seem like a pretentious person.

Moreover, even if it's just showing off,

Sitting there in broad daylight

On this dilapidated second floor,

Smoking a box of cigarettes that cost a hundred yuan.

Who are you trying to impress?

Since it's not about showing off,

So that means a rich person (Wang Qianhao).

Then another question arises.

You're a rich older brother,

How could he be so idle?

Are you smoking up here?

And there's no lighter either, seriously.

What are you sitting here for?

Chen Hao lit a match.

The match was handed to the man, who took it.

He lit the cigarette in his mouth.

Then he lit the still-burning match.

It was handed to Chen Hao.

He said, "...No need to waste another one."

Chen Hao pulled it out.

The match was put back.

I didn't receive it.

Instead, he leaned closer and lit it.

It's not that Chen Hao doesn't want to take over the neighbor's business.

But if Chen Hao were to pick him up,

It's estimated that the match will be ready soon.

It got burned on Chen Hao's hands.

To be honest, this is the first time I've ever smoked such expensive cigarettes.

Although it felt the same as usual,

They're all pretty much the same.

But it might just be psychological.

Chapter 87 An Official Smile

The way this cigarette is smoked...

It has an exceptionally high-class feel.

"Sigh, I'm getting old. Even doing these few movements..."

I was so tired, unlike before.

Doing this movement ten times wouldn't be a problem.

Chen Hao imitated the man's posture.

With both legs hanging outside,

Looking at the passing vehicles.

The man suddenly smiled.

Then he snorted coldly and said:

"You're so young and you still call yourself young?"

Are you just taking advantage of your age?

Or is it a veiled attack?

Are you saying I'm old?

"No no."