But even if there is, it doesn't matter, he knows what's more important.
Sheng Jianan was lying steadily on the bed. He hardly slept last night, and now he fell asleep shortly after. The alarm on his phone was set to go off early, but Sheng Jianan had already woken up on his own before that.
The sky was turning pale, the man stood in front of the mirror after taking a shower, carefully shaved his beard, and applied some hair wax.
He walked into the dressing room, picked a black shirt to change into, and put on two exquisite cufflinks. Sheng Jianan did not wear a suit jacket, just took a very thin black trench coat and casually draped it over his arm, and with a long stride, he stepped out the door.
