"Damn, damn~~ you're really something, where's your face? We're all the same age, but you're secretly working hard. You should have told me, now I'm going to look like a total loser next to you."
The next day, Wang Xing shouted at the entrance of his neighborhood.
Standing opposite him was Su Qing, dressed head to toe in black—a pair of pants with a lightweight jacket and a black shirt underneath.
While it wasn't formal like a suit, his casual yet attention-grabbing attire made him stand out in the crowd, and he seemed perfectly at ease even in some formal settings.
His aura appeared much more mature, but his youthful charm was still entirely apparent.
With his attractive looks and height, even standing there drew the frequent glances of passersby.
On his left wrist was a Lange black-dial watch, featuring the classic three hands, very understated, but worth tens of thousands, which Shen Yi had purposefully put on him when he left the house that morning.
