"How should I evaluate him?
Bai Yueguang? Cinnabar nevus? Or is it crush that you once fell in love with at first sight?
I couldn't figure it out and denied it flatly: "No, I don't know him. "
Qi Fan may have noticed something, so he stopped asking me about this topic and only reminded me that "Shen Yan" would most likely come to the project meeting next week.
I hung up the phone but couldn't calm down. Only I knew how heavy the snow was in London that year.
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