In a good girl's eyes, there is room for no one except the boy she fancies.
Liu Chuanfeng even handed Zhang Yunhai a cigarette—one of the pack he bought a couple of days ago for dealing with the neighborhood committee, which he still hadn't finished.
Just an ordinary pack of Hard China cigarettes. For the folks at the neighborhood committee, you couldn't give them anything too cheap, nor anything too lavish; you just had to give them enough face. They were a bunch of people who treated a chicken feather as a token of authority—though of course not all of them, as some were genuinely very nice.
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