No wonder you're the Second Young Master Zhang, your mind is indeed meticulous.
With just a glance at the wine glass he chose, he immediately passed a cigar. This skill of reading the room,
it's truly impressive.
Taking the cigar, Lin Xian followed the method taught by Mu Zhengfeng, holding it about five to six centimeters from his nose,
and gently sniffed it.
Instantly, a faint tobacco scent surrounded his nose.
Besides the tobacco scent, there was also a fragrance similar to cologne.
Which made Lin Xian frown slightly.
He doesn't dislike cologne, it's just that mixing it with the tobacco smell in a cigar is a bit odd.
Seeing this, Zhang Ze raised his eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Lin, don't you like it?"
"It's not that I don't like it, I'm just used to Cohiba cigars."
Lin Xian smiled and snapped his fingers at the young lady in the qipao, instructing, "Beauty, could you please go to my car and bring me the box of cigars? Thank you."
