The corner of Xue Rui's mouth twitched. Gu Qingshan couldn't care less if Guo Ziyang smoked. 'But am I in the same boat as Guo Ziyang?'
On the surface, Gu Qingshan's words seemed fine. But they were meant for Guo Ziyang; Xue Rui had to read between the lines.
Xue Rui sighed. "Bad habits like smoking and drinking are often tied to social resources," he said. "For people of Uncle Gu's generation, it was unavoidable."
Xue Rui first made an excuse for Gu Qingshan's smoking, then added with grave sincerity, "But times are different now. I'm still young, so I believe I should quit these bad habits to spare my family from secondhand smoke in the future."
Gu Qingshan was stunned. Xue Rui's response was completely airtight.
"They went to get ice cream. What do you want to eat for lunch?" Gu Qingshan walked over to Xue Rui and clapped him on the shoulder.
Xue Rui's shoulder flinched. He was terrified Gu Qingshan was about to slap him.
