Yang Chen walked out of the villa, and Xiaowang immediately came up to him.
"Got a smoke?" Yang Chen asked directly.
"Yes!" Xiaowang quickly pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Chen, then lit it for him.
Yang Chen took a deep drag, glanced at the courtyard, then walked to a tree, leaning against it to smoke quietly.
His emotions were complex.
He had always been grateful to Wei Qingzhong, and now that Wei Qingzhong had suddenly passed away, he was very sad. The suspicion that Wei Qingzhong might have been murdered made Yang Chen feel even worse.
After finishing the cigarette, Yang Chen took a plastic bag from his pocket, its opening tightly sealed, with green tea inside.
Yang Chen handed the bag to Xiaowang, saying, "Take this for testing and let me know the results."
"Sure!" Xiaowang carefully took the bag, turned around, and placed it securely in the car.
Yang Chen started to walk away.
