After breakfast.
Li Xiaoqiang left the villa and got straight into the sedan. Since he had already called Long San earlier, Long San was there to drive for him.
Although Li Xiaoqiang could drive himself, he preferred to have Long San drive because he enjoyed chatting with the middle-aged man. From Long San, Li Xiaoqiang could learn a lot. Another reason was that it felt more comfortable to talk with Long San—their personalities matched well.
Li Xiaoqiang sat in the passenger seat and stared at Long San, "Do you have any cigarettes on you?"
Long San hurriedly fished out a pack of eight-yuan Yun cigarettes from his clothes. Li Xiaoqiang pulled one out of the pack, bent down to light it, and took a deep inhale.
Just like Li Xiaoqiang, Long San also lit up a cigarette. Li Xiaoqiang turned to him and asked, "You're quite well-off now, so why are you still smoking these cheap cigarettes?"