Afterwards, Li Xiaoqiang bought a pack of cigarettes at the small shop, sat on the bench next to it, and chatted leisurely with the woman there.
Half an hour later, a luxury car stopped outside the shop, and a young man in a suit stepped out. This young man was Lin Zhiming. In the past, Zhiming exuded arrogance, but after two years, that arrogance had turned into restraint.
When Lin Zhiming saw Li Xiaoqiang, he rushed over and punched him in the chest, saying, "Damn, finally I see you."
With that, Lin Zhiming tightly hugged Li Xiaoqiang.
Li Xiaoqiang patted Lin Zhiming on the shoulder and laughed, "Don't make it sound so tragic, like I dumped you or something."
Lin Zhiming sighed, "Let's go, without you, brother, my thoughts are all bottled up inside with no one to talk to. Damn, it's frustrating, and only cigarettes help me cope."
Li Xiaoqiang sat in the passenger seat, and then Lin Zhiming drove the car along the highway.
