"Why not kill if we can kill."
"Killing one is the same as killing two, so why not kill both father and son. I'm different from you; I don't have so many eyes watching me, I'm not afraid of offending people."
Long Qie lit a cigar and exhaled a puff of smoke.
The cigar in his hand, although not as famous as brands like Gao Xiba and Montecristo, also comes from Cuba. It's a product of a private workshop, considered custom-made, with an annual production of only two hundred boxes, definitely one of the top Cuban cigars in the world.
This is also Long Qie's new hobby; now he likes to take a puff or two whether anything is going on or not.
Xiao Zheng couldn't help but frown and said, "You'd better put out your cigar. Ruobing is pregnant."
"Oh, almost forgot, my bad." Only then did Long Qie realize, and he quickly put out the cigar in the ashtray, "But speaking of which, ever since the sister-in-law got pregnant, Mr. Xiao, you've become more and more attentive."
