Zheng Xitong still cared quite a bit about this matter, and the smiling tiger looked quite serious upon seeing the Xiang family father and son.
The Xiang father and son were a bit serious too, but after looking at the surveillance data on Liu Zhizhong that Zheng Xitong provided, the two exchanged a glance and actually laughed.
Instantly, the atmosphere became a bit relaxed.
Zheng Xitong was bewildered, "Gentlemen, why are you laughing?"
Xiang Wenhua simply smiled and offered a cigarette to Zheng Xitong.
Xiang Ziming lit up a special kind of tobacco from the Southern region that he personally wrapped, with a rich but not harsh flavor.
Xiang Ziming enjoyed hand-rolling cigarettes, and his tobacco was naturally refined, making it a real pleasure to smoke.
Large puffs of rich smoke wafted out, filling the whole room with a subtle, distant aroma.
While puffing on his cigarette, he chuckled slyly, saying, "Old Zheng, your godson is indeed one of our kind, haha..."
"Um...he..."
