Xie Runfa's wife stood there with a sullen face, clearly disdainful of her husband's actions.
"Head of the village, one pack is enough for me. Don't be polite," Luo Yang declined.
"Niu Zai, if you don't accept it, you're not giving me face. Take it," Xie Runfa insisted, stuffing the cigarettes into Luo Yang's hand.
In Luo Yang's impression, Xie Runfa was not a generous person.
His unsolicited kindness now must have a reason.
Luo Yang guessed that the head of the village needed his help with a tricky matter.
Accept people's money, help them out of disasters.
As long as he didn't accept the gift, he could decide based on the situation whether to help or not.
"Head of the village, we're all our own people here. Don't be like this," Luo Yang declined again, stepping outside.
"Niu Zai, I've watched you grow up from a boy. You won't even give me this much face?" Xie Runfa spoke with the air of an elder.