Some people find a few minutes short, others feel each second drag on forever.
The phone in Pei Yan's pocket vibrated, and he took it out to glance at it and pressed the answer button as he walked away.
"Fuck, Brother Yan, it's so noisy over there."
"What's up."
The voice in the earpiece was low and heavy, like cold iron weighed down with lead.
Chen Jin was slightly stunned, then quickly put on a teasing smile and said, "How is it going, Brother Yan, at the new school? Are there many beauties? Are they all so fair that they dazzle you?"
Old He and he were the most thrilled that the boss hadn't gone to Los Angeles.
The two of them chose a sports school to live carefree, which was quite close to Rong University — they were looking forward to living the high life with Brother Yan like before, content and comfortable.
Pei Yan didn't stop walking, and let out a snicker, "A fair complexion makes a beauty? Your standards are really low."
Tsk tsk...
