"No need?"
At those words, Zhang Qian laughed.
He Tang had seen Zhang Qian's sinister smile before, but this kind of smile was a first for her.
She was slightly startled.
Perhaps realizing she had been distracted, she quickly averted her gaze and nodded, "What good would it do for me to expose you? You've said that before doing anything that won't benefit oneself, one must think it through."
In the face of such a well-behaved He Tang, Zhang Qian raised his eyebrows.
He reached for a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, took one out, placed it between his lips, and bent his head to light it.
Amidst the swirling smoke, he squinted at He Tang, his thoughts inscrutable.
After a long time, when the cigarette had burned down by half, he finally spoke again, "Do you like wood carvings?"
He Tang was taken aback, unsure why Zhang Qian would suddenly bring this up.
Shortly thereafter, Zhang Qian said, "Carve one for me as well, anything will do."
