"Commander, we're not so poor that we can't afford cigarettes, are we?" A young fellow couldn't help but retort.
The rest of the crowd looked at the young man gloatingly, thinking, he's really too young!
"Oh, is that so?" Huo Beijiang gave him a once-over.
The young man felt guilty under his gaze, but fortunately, Ning Di threw him a look, and he quickly reacted by shaking his head like a rattle drum, "Commander, I misspoke. I'm really poor, but we already bought these things, it's just the good intention of our team's sister-in-law."
Who ever visits a patient empty-handed? Besides, there's no logic in buying things and then taking them back!
The young man's family conditions were quite good, never having experienced poverty, so he couldn't understand the situation of most people from rural backgrounds. However, Huo Beijiang did know; although he had spent money lavishly from a young age, he had lived in the countryside for about ten years and understood.
