"Huang Qingyuan, you really are just like you said, huh? Look at you now, a bank manager, hooked up with the bank president's daughter, talking with such arrogance, it's truly different from your university days."
When Huang Qingyuan was in university, he was so poor he made a racket everywhere. By the end of the month, he'd be short on cash and had to look at people's faces to borrow money, back then he was so pitiful, completely different from the smug look he has now.
"Feng Shui changes with time, who would've thought, back then the dream girl of all the boys at school, would now marry a regular guy far away in Minghe, sitting in an open-air plaza drinking beer and eating barbecue, ah... fate."
"May I take your order?" The waiter came up.
"I want chicken skin!" Chu Xianling raised her hand high.
"How much?"
"Twenty skewers!" Chu Xianling shouted with a smile.
"Pfft..." Song Xiaodong couldn't hold back his laughter.
