Boss, You...

Holding the phone, Zhou Ze struggled to get up. He leaned against the wall and sat down. Actually, he could already move a little. He might not be able to get out of bed and walk around, but he was not as weak as he looked.

Reaching out, he pointed to a spot under the bed.

Little Monkey turned around and saw that it was half a box of Suyan cigarettes.

It jumped down, picked up the cigarette, and handed it to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze made another gesture with his lighter.

Little Monkey was stunned for a moment. He was very ashamed and angry. He wished he could take out his cudgel and hit Zhou Ze!

"I haven't smoked in a long time. I want one."

Little Monkey jumped off the bed and rummaged through the junk pile. Finally, he found a lighter and threw it over.