"Enough venting?" Xiao Feng looked at the sky gradually brightening and walked to the other side of the railing, glancing at Zhao Guo'an smoking sullenly.
He did not ask about Hao Zhenyu and his family of three, as Zhao Guo'an's crazy behavior earlier made the outcome self-evident.
This result also made Xiao Feng uncomfortable, but he wasn't sanctimonious enough to blame himself for not persuading the others to wait until daylight before leaving the service area.
"Everyone has their fate; maybe this is a kind of destiny." Zhao Guo'an tossed away the cigarette butt, unzipped his backpack, took out a stack of new Netherworld Currency, and lit it with a lighter.
Xiao Feng felt a chill down his spine: "Why do you carry this stuff around with you?"
"Habit."
"Habit?" Xiao Feng was dumbfounded; what kind of normal person would have such a habit?
