"I know a little about your situation, Lin Kuang. Old Man Lin might have his own unspoken difficulties. When you have time, you should go and see him," Yang Wucheng said coolly, glancing at Lin Kuang. "I heard his health isn't very good, especially lately. Doctors have been visiting him often."
Upon hearing this, Lin Kuang's body went rigid. A complex expression filled his eyes. Some things were difficult for him, which was why he was reluctant to bring them up. They left him feeling conflicted and pained.
"Here," Yang Wucheng said, handing Lin Kuang a specially-supplied Little Panda cigarette.
Lin Kuang accepted it without ceremony. Yang Wucheng lit it for him before lighting his own.
