"Captain Pu Jia, are you alright…"
In the makeshift infirmary, Zheng Cheng walked in carrying some freshly bought fruits.
Pu Jia quickly sat up, threw away his phone and laughed sheepishly, "Ah, you shouldn't have. Why did go to the trouble of buying something…"
"Did you bring any cigarettes?"
"I didn't buy any..."
Saying that, Zheng Cheng discreetly handed over a box of Huazi cigarettes.
Yao Zhixue's expression remained unchanged, as if she hadn't seen anything.
Pu Jia swiftly hid it under his blanket and gave a thumbs-up, "The lad is teachable, no wonder Yunxiao has taken a shine to you."
Zheng Cheng brought over two stools, and he and Yao Zhixue each took a seat.
"Captain Pu Jia..."
"Just call me Old Jia!" Pu Jia chuckled. "Once you're in the Night Watchman Division, we're all one big family."
"Yunxiao may seem cold on the surface, but she cares about you all more than anyone else."