Interrogation room.
Chen Feng sat opposite Wang Guojun once again.
This time, he voluntarily lit a cigarette for Wang Guojun.
Only those who smoke can understand the feeling of being forced to go without a cigarette for a long time.
Wang Guojun understood this feeling more than anyone else, yet he still hadn't quit smoking or mended his ways.
In prison, smoking isn't an option, you won't even see a cigarette butt.
Over the years, management inside has become more regulated. In the past, some well-connected figures could still get their hands on contraband items, like cigarettes, even on the inside.
In earlier years, there were even people sentenced to death with reprieve who remained inside for over a decade before getting out.
But now...
Wang Guojun greedily took a puff, muttering to himself, "Once inside, I won't be able to smoke anymore."
"Director Chen, give me another one."
Chen Feng didn't mind Wang Guojun's laid-back attitude and handed him another cigarette.
