Liang Jiahao was a grateful person. Back then, Han Yuanjun had given him some cigarettes. At that time, his cigarette consumption was controlled by Liang Zixuan. In the absence of food and ammunition, Han Yuanjun was still able to give him a few cigarettes. He felt that since Han Yuanjun wanted it, he should give him a pack now.
Liang Jiahao only thought about it for a moment before tossing Han Yuanjun the pack of cigarettes he had just unsealed. "Don't tell Zixuan that I gave it to you."
"Of course!" Han Yuanjun put the cigarette pack in his back pocket and patted Liang Jiahao on the shoulder. "Big brother, don't worry. I won't sell you out."
Han Szeto was getting restless. He looked at Liang Jiahao with eager eyes. "Brother! You are my brother; can you give me one too?"
Liang Jiahao looked at him coldly and sneered. "I just asked you for one, but you did not give me one. And now you want me to give you one? Do you think I'll give it to you?"
