Lin Li praised, truly a devoted disciple.
Zheng Hong put down the water bottle, his voice much clearer compared to the previous hoarseness: "Not a pack, just one."
"How is that possible," Liu Feng said speechlessly, "One cigarette wouldn't have such a strong smell, Master, I'm not the mistress, nor do I snitch, why are you trying to fool me?"
Zheng Hong: "Who lied to you, it is just one, but it's a lighter."
Lin Li, Liu Feng: "?"
"I just ran out of gas on a lighter at the school gate. If I hadn't borrowed a light from the security guard, I almost couldn't smoke." Zheng Hong sighed, pulling a lighter out of his pocket.
Lin Li and Liu Feng fell silent.
This description has surpassed their imagination limit.
However, Lin Li was sharp-eyed and pointed at the lighter in Zheng Hong's hand, which still obviously had half a bottle of liquid, and questioned, "Master Zheng, your butane in the lighter is still half full? How did it run out?"
