"Damn... God! Zhang Shen! Do you still have space on your leg? Leave some for me as a pendant, will you?"
Wei Zixi was already breaking down. At most, he could barely handle a fourth-level area, and if he could publish an article in a third-level area, he would wake up laughing several times at night.
But knowing this Zhang Lingchuan, Zhang Shen, during his third year, published in the first level. It's like he came into the world just to be a foil to others, right? So emo!!
But he still felt that his luck wasn't too bad.
After all, he managed to meet the big shot right as he was beginning to rise.
Trying to secure a spot on the big leg first.
"Brother Wei, can't you be less abstract?"
Zhang Lingchuan was speechless.
Brother Wei was thirty, and he himself was twenty-five.
Every day calling him Zhang Shen and asking for a spot on his leg to hang on to.
Are all the guys in Rongcheng so down-to-earth and easygoing, not putting on airs at all?
