Hu Qi turned his head to glance at him, raising an eyebrow.
"What did you find?"
"The guy's cover was excellent, but for a supposed chain-smoker, he actually choked on my Baishan cigarette smoke.
Those are some of the mildest cigarettes you can find, and what's more…"
Here, Xie Fei habitually pushed up his glasses.
He raised his right hand, spreading his index and middle fingers. The skin there was slightly yellowed.
"Holding cigarettes for a long time can cause harmful substances in the smoke to stain your fingers yellow, especially the index and middle fingers, as well as the nails.
I observed his hands just now. Aside from some old calluses, there were no signs of long-term smoking. Of course, it's possible he only recently picked it up."
"But that's highly unlikely. In my opinion, the smell of smoke on him is more like a cover for something else."
Hu Qi's expression flickered slightly.
He cast a somewhat surprised glance at his socially awkward teammate.
