Qiao Nanchu also noticed, "Something's not right."
Just now, in the parking lot, Jiang Zhi was smoking.
This was the second time Qiao Nanchu had seen him smoke; the first was when they were younger, horsing around, and each had taken a few puffs. People like them, with their mixed social circles, mostly smoked, with two exceptions: Xue Bingxue didn't smoke—he was a "Five Good Youth"—and Jiang Zhi didn't either. It wasn't that he couldn't; he used to need to feign illness, so smoking was out of the question. Not only did he not smoke, but he also always had milk close at hand.
Later, when he got together with Zhou Xufang, milk no longer interested him, thanks to Zhou Xufang.
Now, he had even started smoking.
Qiao Nanchu felt this was not a good development, "I thought you didn't smoke?"
Jiang Zhi didn't answer.
"When did you pick up the smoking habit?"
He still didn't answer and said instead, "I'll transfer all my shares in JC to you."
