Shen Jing swung her club. "You could tell just by the sound?"
"Easy to recognize," Xie Qinyang said, taking another shot.
People who had only met her a few times could recognize it. Wouldn't Zhou Luchen know her accent? Wouldn't he know where she was from? Yet he never asked.
In the end, Xie Qinyang didn't ask for the specific reason either. Why pry into someone's privacy for no reason? He was just curious and trying to make conversation.
"Want one?" Xie Qinyang politely asked while smoking, even tapping out a cigarette to offer Shen Jing.
She took it. "Here, lighter."
Curiosity. That's just how she was. She wanted to know if the He Tianxia cigarettes and the Huanghe Building ones in Xie Qinyang's hands tasted different.
But she didn't even know how to hold a cigarette. Seeing this, Xie Qinyang reconsidered and decided against giving it to her.