Meng Cheng'an frowned as he took the cigarette from Mr. Meng's hand, mercilessly threw it on the ground, and stomped it out.
"Where did it come from?"
In his youth, the old man smoked too much, which damaged his lungs, and the doctor had strictly forbidden him from smoking.
Now, buying cigarettes not only costs money but also requires coupons. He shouldn't have any coupons.
The cigarette was stomped out, but Mr. Meng wasn't angry. He looked at his grandson and smiled, saying, "Old Lin came by and gave me one."
The "Old Lin" in the old man's mouth referred to Director Lin of the Mechanical Factory.
Twenty-some years ago, Director Lin had worked as a guard for Mr. Meng.
After the old man brought his grandson here, he had received a lot of care from him, and Meng Cheng'an's job was obtained this way too.
Meng Cheng'an: "What was he doing here?"
Given their current situation, most people would avoid them, let alone him.
