Slowly opened his mouth, "Of course, it's something you can't know."
Jiang Muzhou raised his eyebrows and chuckled, shrugged nonchalantly, and didn't insist on knowing more.
Retracting his gaze, he looked at the bright and bustling night outside the window, relaxedly crossing his legs and leisurely savoring the pricey wine.
Waving his hand to dismiss the others, "Since you all have something to do, go ahead. Such good wine, if not savored, even someone as impressive as me would find it regrettable."
He hadn't returned for too long, and actually felt that the night in this famed city of never-ending nightlife was somewhat lonely.
The name 'Qiao An', how long has it been since it last echoed in his ears?
He could barely remember, three years? Four years? Or five or six?
Too long, so long that he almost forgot this person.
Suddenly mentioned by Lin Chu, his heart unexpectedly ached sharply for a moment, coming quickly, but passing just as swiftly.
