In the night market, compared with the day, there is less restlessness and a little more charm. Colorful neon lights illuminate the city, fashionably dressed young men and women walk through the bars, and the snack street not far away is brightly lit, white T-shirts, hot shorts, holding their favorite milk tea in their hands, clicking, bright smiles are fixed in the mobile phone.

Davin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the company, watching the crowd come and go like ants, the office was as bright as day, and the sound of the keyboard tapping was the only sound in the entire quiet space.

"You're here to pretend to be deep?" A calm male voice sounded.

In search of prestige, the man in a bright gray crisp suit took off his gold-rimmed glasses and pinched them

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