Su Chen seemed to feel everyone's gaze gathering on him. He slightly smiled, then pulled out a somewhat shriveled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one.
The cigarette he smoked was not a good one, costing just over ten yuan per pack, and his lighter wasn't branded either—it was the kind that cost one yuan.
After lighting the cigarette, he took a deep drag and then exhaled a ring of smoke that lingered in front of him.
"Is your face so valuable?"
Su Chen slightly tilted his head and asked...
His words were soft, but when they fell in the hall, they were like a clap of thunder, stunning everyone!
What did this guy mean?
By that time, the look in people's eyes when they saw him had changed from seeing a madman or a lunatic to seeing an utter fool!
This guy not only rejected the proposals of the elders, but he did so with such discourteous words!
He actually asked if their face was so valuable?
