At eight o'clock in the morning, as a BMW sedan was traveling along a main thoroughfare in Zhonghai, the passenger side window suddenly opened.
A pale, jade-like hand gently tossed out, and two packs of good cigarettes followed, flying out of the window.
Then, they were ruthlessly crushed by the traffic that followed.
Inside the BMW, Lin Fei, who had been thinking about how to persuade his CEO wife, Mu Shanshan, to agree to give Ning Qi, the unemployed flight attendant, a backdoor entry, saw the two packs of good cigarettes disappear from him in an instant. The thought of possibly facing a long period without cigarettes filled him with dread.
Lin Fei was furious.
"Mu Shanshan, do you realize that what you're doing is akin to suicide?!"
"If I recall correctly, this car seems to be mine."
"So what?!"
"The car is mine, and so are the things inside it. I throw away my things because I'm displeased; how is that suicide?!"
