Wang Chao had smoked in his previous life, but now that he had been lucky enough to return to the age of eighteen and had another chance to go pro, he had always maintained the good habit of touching neither cigarettes nor alcohol.
With a young body, clear lungs, a healthy liver, and a healthy stomach, he began coughing the moment he entered the room, choked by the smoke-filled air. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he turned to pull open the door, ready to flee.
Then a hand gripped him firmly. He struggled once but could not break free. He struggled again, with the same result. Wang Chao turned around and saw that it was Qin Huachang.
Qin Huachang, skinny as a rake, was surprisingly strong. He held Wang Chao tightly, and when he saw Wang Chao coughing nonstop, his face red from the smoke, a gloating expression appeared on his face.
Clearly, he was taking the chance to get revenge. After all, Wang Chao had first guided He Jingping into stealing Qin Huachang's prize in the Fan Xiaodong matter, then had ruthlessly screwed Qin Huachang over at the cake-sharing meeting.
Cai Guodong wore a grave expression and had no mood to watch such a farce. He frowned. "Open the windows and air the place out. Stop smoking already. Look how badly you've smoked the kid out."
As he spoke, he pressed the cigarette butt in his mouth into the ashtray.
Then he glanced at Wang Chao as if nothing had happened and casually said, "You're here."
His tone and demeanor made it seem as though Wang Chao were insignificant, merely someone who had been dragged in by accident.
But his next sentence exposed his true thoughts. "Oh, Wang Chao, since you're already in here, don't rush