Just yesterday, Li Xiaoshan lost the wood-chopping competition and didn't say a word of acknowledgment to Zhao Zhuangshi.
But today... he truly admired Zhao Zhuangshi.
Zhao Zhuangshi pinched his cigarette case and took a look, then paused, "You... what's this about? Pitying me?"
Li Xiaoshan turned his head away and cleared his throat twice before saying, "No, the Cooperative Society was out of Big Economy, so, so... next time we bet, if I lose, I won't buy you cigarettes anymore."
Zhao Zhuangshi, a straightforward guy, didn't catch Li Xiaoshan's discomfort and without much thought just nodded: "Ah, that's fine, consider it on for three times!"
Li Xiaoshan's eyes were somewhat red as he nodded and grunted in a low voice.
Zhao Zhuangshi held his cigarettes, grinning foolishly, completely disregarding his injury and not even asking how the Yu Xiangqin he had saved was doing.
Others felt sorry for him but didn't dare to say anything, merely forcing a smile in response.
