Chapter 94
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A withered claw reached out and took the cigarette box from Chen Yan’s hand.
Chen Yan watched as Old Grandma bent her head to light the cigarette; he then pulled another box from his pocket and lit one for himself—he didn’t smoke, not because he couldn’t, but because he disliked it.
But under these circumstances, he might as well share one.
Chen Yan drew in a puff of smoke, exhaled slowly, and said: “On my first day
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