His secret was seen through.
Yu Zhengchuan actually felt a bit embarrassed.
But he refused to concede verbally.
He said, "Nonsense, am I that kind of person? I'm just indignant, that's all."
"Well, I don't have money,"
Chen Fang lay back on the couch and teased.
Yu Zhengchuan became anxious, "No money is no problem, you have a lot of good cigarettes in your drawer, taking two packs isn't too much, right?"
"You don't smoke, why do you want cigarettes?"
"Who says I don't smoke, just tell me if you'll give them or not?"
Yu Zhengchuan asked.
Chen Fang laughed heartily, "Alright, alright, alright, take them if you like, just don't be angry, I'm doing this for the greater good."
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhengchuan's face lit up with joy, and he took two packs of cigarettes and left.
Chen Fang breathed a sigh of relief and just prepared to take a good rest.
But the door was pushed open again.
It was Yu Zhengchuan again.
"What's up? Not enough?"
Chen Fang asked.