Wang Heming stood by the spiral staircase in the hall on the first floor, smiling at me, wearing a high-necked white sweater and simple black trousers today, with slightly rolled sleeves, revealing a cold white wrist. Compared with graffiti shirts and ripped jeans, this time the aesthetic is quite in line with the mainstream, but in a crowd of guests in straight suits, some casual clothing looks out of place. Wang Heming said a few more words to his friend next to him before he walked over to me: &l...

Chapter 36 His engagement banquet is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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