After Bai Zheli left, Jiang Chen couldn't help but reminisce about sitting in university classrooms.
It's not just that Bai Zheli never imagined standing on the grand stage of international capital someday.
Back then, when he wrote those "grand" notes, all he thought about was finding a decent-paying job after graduation, and having weekends off would be even better.
It feels like a lifetime ago.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
The ringing doorbell interrupted Jiang Chen's memories.
"Surprise!"
Opening the door, apart from Fang Qing, a figure suddenly leapt out from the side, genuinely startling Jiang Chen.
"What are you doing here..."
"Why can't I be here?"
The chic city girl didn't at all consider herself an outsider, squeezing past Jiang Chen as she spoke, scrutinizing the luxurious suite with awe, "Living alone in such a big room, no wonder you're an evil capitalist."
She clearly knew only half the story.
Actually, two people were staying there.
