At first glance, Zhou Wang looks like a lunatic.
Because there was no one else nearby, just a young couple hiding behind the bushes getting startled by Zhou Wang, who then hurriedly left.
But Zhou Wang was not in a hurry because he knew the other party should have already realized that he had discovered her presence.
Zhou Wang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket that he had taken during dinner from that leader's house, and waved his hand backward without turning his head.
"Hey, do you recognize these cigarettes?"
There was a moment of silence from behind, then a soft voice responded:
"Special supply?"
"As expected from a big family, you have an eye for things... Yes, it's special supply, a brand I've never heard of, something like Harbin Central Street. The packaging inside is interesting, let me open it and show you."
