The traffic jam was incredibly bad, but Zhao Guoying remained calm. One hand worked the steering wheel while the other rested on the car window, keeping an eye on the vehicles in front and moving at the same pace. He occasionally looked over at Meng Xiao.
It was driving him crazy - his unexpected interest in this skinny woman. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. Zhao Guoying took out his lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a deep inhale to soothe his restlessness.
At the sound of the lighter, a smoky smell began to fill the car. Meng Xiao turned around but didn't say anything.
"Bothered by the smoke?" Zhao Guoying asked. He knew that many girls didn't like the smell of smoke, and he assumed Meng Xiao was no different.