C83 A Bitter Taste of Hatred

Blue Sky took out a pack of cigarettes worth eight dollars and handed one to the manager, who looked troubled, and also picked one up for himself. As soon as he put it in his mouth, the manager hurriedly took out a lighter and lit it up for him.

Lan Tian took a deep breath and said lightly, "Manager, don't feel troubled. If the head office blames you, just call me. Actually