"Smoke? Want one?" As they reached outside the door, Ye Hao fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and offered it to Old Xu.
Old Xu glanced at it, reached out a hand to decline: "Thanks, but no!"
"Oh, I see!" Ye Hao put the cigarette into his mouth and took out a lighter to ignite it.
"Sorry about earlier in the room, Xiao Wen is just like that. He had a bit of drink tonight; don't take it to heart, Old Ye."
"Hehe," Ye Hao sighed deeply, shaking his head helplessly, "it's not the young man's fault. He wasn't wrong. We handled things inadequately, and what he mentioned is something that's been troubling me all along. Not afraid you'll laugh, Old Xu, I've encountered such things not a few times along the way... Hehe."
After saying that, Ye Hao took a few heavy drags on the cigarette; it was evident he was quite depressed.
